Full Sumary: When Irene found out her two friends were leaving her to go to Japan for a scholarship as Foreign Exchange Students, she was devastated. Not long after, however, she found out that she was being given one of the same kind for the most ridiculous of reasons. Unsure as to what the Chairman was thinking when he gave her that, or if he ever thought at all, she found herself being dragged along as the loyal friend she was. However, when she and Skylar get separated from Eliza due to her being a Night Class student, things start to get a bit hectic.
It gets even worse when they actually start interacting with the mysterious students, a simple mishap caused by a gust of wind knocking all the papers out of her hands. Accidents always happen, some good some bad, and as her friend constantly argues with the silver-haired prefect Irene is still trying to figure out if coming to Cross Academy was a mistake or not.
I'm afraid to say that the next day was just as bad as the day before, only accompanied with glares from almost all the female students. I wasn't entirely sure why, though Skylar mentioned that yesterday all the girls were gathered in the crowd and calling out to the people from the Night Class, asking for autographs and personal items. I hadn't noticed any of that, as I had been too busy freaking out, so when she said that I eyed her strangely and asked if she was hallucinating.
It was confirmed that she wasn't, because during our second passing period Yuuki came over to our classroom to apologize for the silver-haired man's behavior. I found out then that his name was Zero, and was actually the Chairman's adoptive son. "He's really nice, I promise, but... he just really doesn't like the Night Class. We're a school made to help the Night Class and the Day Class forge bonds and grow closer, but... it's really difficult to do so."
I grew confused at her words, trying to piece them together so they made sense. The school is supposed to help the two different classes get along, but Zero-the Chairman's son-was against that and absolutely hated them?
...Why? Just... why?
"But they seemed nice..." At least, that blond guy did. Oh man, I hope my drawings are okay... I'm going to cry if something bad happened to them. His eyes looked trustworthy, and I've never been that bad a judge of character before, so I'm hoping I'm not wrong this time, but... I'm still scared. I debated asking her for the man's name, before I chickened out and ducked behind Skylar who looked at me curiously. "U-Um... do... do they do that everyday?" If so, then maybe I can get my notebook back... if he still has it... and Eliza! Oh, oh, will I get to see Eliza!? I brightened a little bit, sitting up straighter. I tried to ignore some of the more vehemous glares being sent my way.
"Yes! And you saw how rowdy some of them can get over their idols, so that's why we have the disciplinary committee! It's mine and Zero's job to keep the Night Class safe and the Day Class in check. So you can imagine why he was trying to pull you away like that yesterday. Please don't hold it against him." Yuuki seemed genuinely concerned about we thought about her brother. "Oh, speaking of-how are you feeling, Terrier-San? You fell quite a lot yesterday..."
"H-Huh?" Oh crap, she's expecting an answer. I stiffened, awkwardly stammering a tentative, "O-Oh, uh, y-yeah. I'm fine. Just a few scrapes, but I'm fine. I-I trip all the time, so," I shrugged, attempting to act nonchalant, "It's normal." I was literally the most the clumsiest person on the face of the earth. I get hurt in ways I don't even know how it happens.
Still eying me with a hint of concern she nodded, not looking entirely like she believed me, but let it go. "Class is going to start soon, so I'll head back. I'll see you and Rosemary-San at lunch?" Her big eyes were hopeful, and I blinked and cast a quick look at Skylar who nodded before I looked back at Yuuki.
"Y-Yeah..." Sure, I guess. I have nothing against it.
"Of course!" Skylar smiled warmly at her. She must think Yuuki would be a good potential friend. I think she's right. Yuuki seemed really nice. "We'll see you then, Cross-San."
"O-Oh, you can call me by my first name if you wish." She stammered, scratching her cheek a little sheepishly. "I-I know that's how it is in America a-and I hope we can become good friends, so..." She looked a little scared, nervous of what our response would be. I stared at her with a blank face, observing her reaction before reaching out and petting the just-barely-shorter-than-me girl on the head. "E-Eh? Terrer-San?"
I grinned widely at her, smile spreading from ear-to-ear. In situations like this I found it difficult to express happiness or joy, so I just gave an awkward nodded and hum. "Of course!" Yuuki was adorable.
Skylar spoke up then, saying, "You can call us by our first names, too, Yuuki-Chan."
Oh, right, we still have to use the honorific. We aren't that close to her, so it would be rude if we didn't. "Th-Thank you Skyrer..." She knit her eyebrows together. "Skyrar... Sky-Chan." Having trouble pronouncing the name she settled on a shorter version of it, smiling happily up at us. "Irene-Chan. Oh! Can I call you "Ren-Chan"? It sounds so cute!"
Ren...? O-Okay... I guess. I've never been called that one before. "S-Sure."
The bell suddenly rang, causing Yuuki to let out a yelp and jump almost three feet in the air in alarm. "I'm late! I-I gotta go, sorry!" We watched as she took off at a lightning pace, the prefect horrified that she was going to be late. The glares lessened after she left, Yuuki having been angrily stared at herself, but they were still just as intense. Talk about hostile... and to think they were so overly friendly yesterday.
Classes were long and dreadful, seeming like they would never end, and there was quite a bit of what the teacher said that I didn't understand. Half of it went over my head, so when the next passing period came I asked Skylar about it. She gave me an explanation, some of that flying over my head, but at least I had an idea as to what the teacher was talking about.
We headed over to lunch at about eleven thirty, and as Skylar ate I just sketched in another notebook I had grabbed from my suitcase. Seeing how I go through notebooks so much, I just grabbed multiple and stuffed them into the case. Yuuki was nowhere to be found-probably dragged off for some prefect duty. I had a sandwich, finishing rather quickly, while Skylar took her time in eating her pasta and muffins.
People were still glaring. It was getting quite ridiculous. I wondered how long it was going to last. I was used to bullies, not a lot of people care much for a talkative, loud child, but at least they spoke up. These ones were quiet and it was highly unnerving.
I yawned, glancing at the clock and waiting for the bell to ring.
"Is it time yet?" Skylar questioned, talking quietly in English. I shook my head, reaching underneath my glasses and rubbing at my eyes. My brain hurts... what was this-some weird form of calculus? I was still in regular old algebra back in America. Now, if it was English or some other form of Language Arts I could probably do well, as those were my strongest suits, but this...? This was just a whole bunch of foreign gibberish. "God damn it..." She sighed and sunk down into her seat, closing her eyes. Skylar looked exhausted.
Leaning forward I propped my elbows up on my desk, dropping my pencil on my notebook as I struggled to understand what on earth was going on. Needless to say, I failed.
The next and final passing period was what made the confrontation take place. Skylar had gotten called up to the Headmaster's Office, leaving me alone, and as I went through my drawings and tearing off the excess paper on the side a bunch of the girls had crowded around the desk I was sitting at, hovering over me like a bunch of angry bulls.
...
Skylar had a feeling she knew what was going to happen as she was called up to the Office. It seemed troublesome, and in all honesty she just wanted to sleep. She still hadn't gotten over the jetlag from their flight and as a result Skylar was ready to drop down and pass out. She let out a loud yawn as she dragged her feet down the hallway, knocking on the doors leading to the Office.
She heard a cheerful voice cry out, "Come in!" and with sluggish movements she pushed the doors open, entering the room. Kaien Cross sat there behind his desk, fingers laced together in front of him underneath his chin, and he beamed at her. "Ah, welcome, Rosemary-San!" He didn't bother speaking in English, which made Skylar even more worn as it meant she would have to try and keep her Japanese straight in her exhausted state. "I trust you know why you're here?"
"Because you know about my family," She guessed. "I'm a Hunter in a school full of Vampires and Humans. That's not exactly the wisest decision."
"A Hunter that is friends with a Human and Vampire; a Hunter from a family not working for the Association." His cheerful facade dropped, a much more serious look taking over his facial structures. This man's aura reeked of that of a Vampire, but part of him still felt like that of a Human. Of course, that just meant he had Hunter blood in him as well. "Something almost near impossible, unless the family had vanished off the face of the map and went rogue. Of course, the Association doesn't work in the United States, so it makes sense as to how you were unknown until now."
Skylar frowned. Where was he going with this conversation?
"As I'm sure you know the only people in the Day Class that are aware of the Night Class' true identity are my children, Yuuki-Chan and Kiryuu-Kun. I'm certain you're also aware of them being the Disciplinary Committee. But, while that is so, they are also this school's "guardians"-a force of two working to keep the Night Class' identity secret. I've been receiving some complaints from the Night Class about you; Ferret-San seemed to have leaked the info of your knowledge out. So that's why I've come up with a solution, just to ease their worries about you."
Was he about to suggest she...? No! Skylar wanted her nights of sleep. Yuuki had told them about what they do-Skylar didn't exactly want a part of it. What those Vampires do is their business-she could care less. As long as Eliza and Irene were safe, that was all that mattered.
"Now, it's a thankless job with sleepless days and hard nights, but I'm sure you'll do magnificently! Look; I even made you a bandana to tie around your arm!" Beaming like an excited child now the Chairman pulled out the same cloth Yuuki and Zero wore, expecting her to take it. "Isn't it wonderful?"
...
"Who?" I stared blankly, not understanding what they were talking about. They were speaking so fast-their voices were all overlapping each other. It was hard to make sense out of. "W-Wait, what?"
"Upperclassman Ichijou!" One of the girls snapped. "We saw what happened earlier!" Oh... okay. Wait, are they really getting mad over something as petty as that? Wow. I've barely spoken three sentences to that guy. I'm even amazed I remembered the name Zero had called him by considering everything that transpired. "Just because you're a transfer student... we don't know how things work where you're from, but it's different here! Don't go acting so buddy-buddy with him!"
"Crying and running out in front of the whole Night Class like that... what are you, an exhibitionist?" I might have translated that wrong in my head, but I'm pretty sure she called me something akin to an attention-seeker. I mean, I was, but not overly so. I liked talking to people and always got really upset when they ignored me. "You have no right!"
No right... interesting point of view. Now, what made you think you had the right to treat the entirety of the Night Class like a bunch of objects that had "owners" when they are people themselves? If anything, you were the one had no right. Bored of this discussion, and their threats not deserving the honor of a response from me, I sighed and turned away. There was no point in getting angry-nor did I even feel anger at all. I just felt exasperated more than anything.
It's kind of sad that people get upset over things like this, I mean really-the guy talked to me, not the other way around. And besides, even if I did talk to him-which I am going to have to do in order to get my notebook back-it wouldn't be any of their business. I can talk to whomever I like-they have no control over me, my words, or my actions.
To think they feel so insecure to actually have to threaten me over this... well, that just makes me want to give them hugs.
"Hey, are you listening to us!?" One girl slammed their hands on the desk, furious. In the background I could hear some of the male Day Class students muttering, talking about how the Day Class girls' crushes on the Night Class were ridiculous and made them hideously violent.
"I can hear you," Was my smart response, "I'm not listening though, so no."
I think she was about ready to slap me. In fact, her hand actually started to raise-but then the bell rang, so she never got the chance as the next teacher walked in. Ten minutes later Skylar reappeared, handing the teacher a note, and made her way up the stairs to reach the desk she sat at. She slid in, sitting down next to me, and said, "Well, guess what?" I blinked, taking note of the English, and asked in normal tongue,
"What?"
She held up the same badge Yuuki and Zero owned, the red rose design clear on the white fabric. "I'm a prefect now."
"Wait, what? How!?" My voice squeaked as it went higher up in pitch, but Skylar did not flinch. She was used to that happening. Instead, I just got a scowl from the teacher when his eyes landed on me. I cringed and sunk further down into my seat. "S-Sorry..." I apologize in their language, before switching back to mine and Skylar's, whispering now. "How'd you become a prefect on the second day?" I became grateful we were in the very back, as it made it harder to hear us. "That shouldn't be possible!"
Skylar just grinned, dark eyes mischievous and withholding information. "I dunno," She told me, "but I got special privileges now." I blinked, frowning in confusion as I tilted my head at her. "I have to patrol at night, which is lame, but I have easy access to the Moon Dorms so we can go visit Eliza whenever we want now. How about we go tomorrow morning?"
But... won't we get in trouble? I hesitated. Besides, Skylar had the special privileges now-I didn't. I was still the same ordinary student. She can't just bring me along with her just because she feels like it; what if her scholarship gets annulled due to misconduct and abusing the power given to her? I don't want that to happen. On the other hand, I also want to see Eliza and see how she's holding up. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, my fear of getting in trouble won over and I stammered a, "Y-You can if you want, but... I-I'll just wait for her after the class. Maybe we can talk to her on the way to the classroom?" I wanted to see her and I wanted an easier way to do this that wasn't dangerous. Skylar's way would get us both in trouble.
"Irene, come on! We'll rarely get to see her. We didn't even see her yesterday-and that was because what's-his-face dragged us away. Oh! Speaking of, you still need to get your notebook, don't you?" Her eyes widened and she looked at me worriedly, as if expecting me to start crying again.
I awkwardly nodded.
"Okay, we'll do what you said, but I still think we should sneak into her room in the morning."
...
Eliza sneezed, wiggling her nose for a moment as she turned in her bed, yawning. The only good thing about being in the Night Class was that she could actually sleep during the day, so she'd be at full strength when she had to get up. She pulled the covers over her head, trying to block out the noise of her roommate cursing profanities at the weird doll she stabbing with needles.
She knew she should get up soon, as she would have to start getting ready for classes, but she was just so tired. Her sleeping schedule was so messed up now.
Sadly, a knock on their door signified that it was time to start getting ready and putting on the uniform, her roommate's friend entering the room.
...
More screaming. More pushing. I groaned, resisting the urge to snap at everyone to stop and behave. They were giving me a headache. Regardless, I tried to make my way through the crowd without shoving anyone, muttering "excuse me" and "Sorry" repeatedly. Skylar didn't seem to care, just pushing them without remorse, but didn't bother holding them back as her prefect duties didn't start until tomorrow.
Once I had neared the front I stood on my toes, jumping up and down a couple of times as I attempted to see the Night Class students as they all exited the gate. I had my new notebook held protectively against my chest, and as I looked at the students properly I found myself stunned, shocked by how beautiful they all were. It was almost inhumane, but the shock didn't last for long as it was then replaced by awe.
My fingers twitched, the urge to draw forming, and I couldn't help but admire the way the Night Class students were formed-as if they were perfectly crafted dolls fitted to an artist's design.
I then removed my gaze, instead searching the crowd for one specific person-my vision had been blurry at the time, but I recalled blond hair and warm green eyes. I ignored the screaming in the background, the Day Class greeting and cheering, with some of the Night Class actually responding. There was one blond who was quite ridiculous-he pointed at the girls and made some exceedingly cheesy comments, worse than the ones I made, and even made a finger gun and going "bang" and causing some of the girls to actually faint.
The redhead next to him looked exasperated, shaking his head at the flirtatious blonde next to him. The brunette woman next to him just tuned out the entire world, arms crossed as she walked with the grace of that like a queen. Farther back you could see a tall man with dark brown hair and eyes similar to Yuuki's, a calm and almost sad look on his face. Beside him was-!
"You!" I accidentally called that out loudly, gaze fixated on the tall blond. He was waving at the Day Class, bidding them "good morning" despite it actually being afternoon, and his eyes were scanning the crowd for some reason. I retracted my hand, having pointed at him, and clamped it over my mouth in alarm after I cried out. That was too loud! Did he hear it?
I bit my lip, holding my newer notebook tighter, and debated whether or not to call out again. Would it be considered rude if I just ran up and grabbed his arm? Maybe. I don't know what I should do... Should I go up or call out again? Calling out would be pointless, due to everyone screaming. He wouldn't hear me.
And, considering Yuuki and Zero trying so hard to hold everyone back, am I even allowed to approach? B-But I... I need my notebook back...
"What are you waiting for?" Skylar asked, snapping me out of it as she pushed me forward, "Go get your notebook!" I yelped loudly, stumbling forward as Skylar than proceeded to stop the girls from moving forward and running me over.
"Ah, there you are!" A cheerful voice exclaimed. I was still hopping on one foot, trying to stop myself from toppling onto the ground. Pain flared in my left ankle and I waved my right arm frantically, before falling down and kneeling partially as both my feet hit the ground. Wincing I stood, shaking my head as I looked around in confusion before raising my head up when the sun was suddenly blocked by the six-foot tall person in front of me. "A-Are you alright...?" A hand gripped my shoulder, keeping me steady and preventing me from falling over as the semi-stranger helped me stand up.
I could practically feel the flaming daggers digging into my spine and the back of my skull. If looks could kill, I'd probably be dead a hundred times over from the sheer amount of people who were glaring at me. "H-Huh?" W-Wait, hold on!
I stared up at the man in front of me, him coming over to me being the last thing I was expecting. The hand on my shoulder was very real though, as I could even feel the warmth from his flesh sinking through my blazer.
"O-Oh, uh, y-yeah..." It took a moment for me to realize he had asked me a question. "I-I'm-I'm fine.."
Warm emerald eyes widened, a pleased smile spreading across his lovely face. He looked a mixture of excited and relieved. "You do speak Japanese! That's a relief." He laughed, his expression turning into that of a sheepish one. "I'm afraid my English isn't very good; I've only had a couple lessons." A couple lessons? I guess I'm just used to hearing thick accents then. "Um, how are you feeling?" He pulled his hand away, much to my relief, and I relaxed. Not because he was threatening or anything-it was quite the opposite, actually-but because I was uncomfortable at the contact.
"Huh? O-Oh, I'm-I'm-I'm okay." I knit my eyebrows together, trying to figure out how to react or respond to this situation. Why was this guy so concerned? "Um," I scratched my neck, still holding my notebook to my chest. "I-I..." What do I say now? Wait, what was I going to talk to him about again? Oh! "I-I'm sorry about yesterday. And... And about the crying. A-And the shoving my notebook onto you." I flinched at that, recalling that dreadful memory. God, that was humiliating...
He blinked, before closing his eyes as a light chuckle escaped him. "It's quite alright; there's no need to apologize, Irene-Chan. With how much care was put into these creations, even I would have been a mess. Here." As if I were afraid of the notebook disappearing through my fingertips I hesitantly reached out to grab it when he pulled it out from against his side and held it out to me. "I really meant what I said before; you are very talented." I barely looked up in time to catch sight of the blinding smile he gave.
Is he even real? I had the strongest urge to draw him-he'd be the perfect model. My face tingled slightly, and it was then I noticed I had been biting the corners of the my mouth to hide a smile of my own. Oh jeez. Okay. Um. Yeah. I blinked multiple times and looked to the side before meeting his gaze again, certain my face was red due to the awkwardness and the embarrassment I was feeling. "O-Oh, um. Th-Thank you."
He laughed. "You really have a way with words don't you? Oh! Is that a new one?" Before I could ask what he was talking about he tilted his head and leaned to the side, eyes resting on the newer notebook. "I know it'll probably be troublesome for you, but is it alright if I look through that one as well? I read manga, so I find your drawings quite interesting. You capture the characters wonderfully." He must have recognized some of them.
Now don't get me wrong- normally I take pride being complimented, but for some reason I just kept getting more and more embarrassed. I wanted to hide in a corner and burrow underneath blankets beside my favorite trashcan. Against my better judgment I ended up handing the newer notebook over to him, but seeing the gentle way he grabbed the notebook made me calm down. He carefully flipped through the pages, his smile kind. It was one of those smiles, too-the one that matched the eyes and made it genuine.
I found myself entranced, just watching him for a moment, before I snapped myself out of it and tried to explain, "Th-They're aren't that many," Maybe only four or five, "but I'm always drawing, s-so I-I should have some more later..." Why am I still talking? Why am I telling him this!? Stupid brain. There's nothing wrong in saying "no" to people and letting them down. I don't want to disappoint him. Weird.
He looked so excited I could almost see the sparkles floating around him. "May I look through those as well? I promise to return them all."
Say "no", say "no", say "no", say "no"-
Tucking the notebook underneath his arm after closing it he clapped his hands in front of his face, smiling with one closed eye. "Please~?"
I gave up, finding it difficult to decline when he used such a face. "F-Fine..." He lit up like a firework, beaming brightly like a child who had just been given a candy. He just looked so gosh darn happy.
"Thank you~. Oh, right, Irene-Chan; I almost forgot. Do you have happen to know a girl by the name Ferret Riza?"
Riza...? Like Hawkeye? No, wait, that wouldn't make sense. He said "Ferret" and that's Eliza's last-Oh! Duh! "You know Eliza?" He looked surprised at the lack of honorific before he smiled once more. This man was nothing but smiles, was he? Hm. I'm okay with that.
"I've spoken to her a few times. She told me a bit about you and your friend. I think that's Riza-Chan walking this way, actually." Suddenly he stood on his toes-which was unnecessary due to his already towering height, and waved frantically in her direction. "Riza-Chan! Riza-Chan, over here! Irene-Chan wants to talk to you!"
If it weren't for the fact that I did the same thing all the time, Eliza probably would have been embarrassed. Skylar was currently holding Zero back (somehow) from charging over here and throwing me into the angry horde of fangirls, and Yuuki let out a yelp as she was sent stumbling back. "N-No! You can't approach! Guh! Z-Zero!"
Unfortunately, the fangirls were too furious with me interacting with the Night Class to even be phased by Zero's normally scary glare. Poor guy had his work cut out for him. I actually felt a bit bad for standing and talking here for so long, especially when I remembered that they had classes they needed to get to. But I don't think I'll get another chance to talk to Eliza, and Ichijou was really nice and called her over here... would it be mean to not take this opportunity to talk to her?
I wasted no time in tackling Eliza when she was close enough, squealing and calling her "My darling~!".
So... many... glares! Even Zero's dirty looks were directed this way now. Skylar elbowed him, trying to push him into the crowd of angry females. Surprisingly they were almost equal in terms of strength.
Hugging Eliza tightly I whined, "It's been so long without your lovely presence! I thought I was going to die without you!" I slipped into English without realizing midway through my sentence.
"You saw me two days ago," Was her response as she fought a laugh.
"Two days too long!" I retorted, pulling away but keeping my arms rested on her shoulders. "How's the Night Class? Has..." Wait, what his name? I turned my head and looked at the politely smiling blond, trying to recall what his name was. "Ichi... Ichigo?"
He blinked, stunned. His eyes flashed with the realization that he's never given me a name. "Oh, my apologies! I'm Ichijou Takuma; I'm a third year." Ah. So he is my upperclassman. Okay.
"I-Irene..." No, wait. I knit my eyebrows together. "Taylor Irene. It's nice to meet you!" Out of reflex I pulled an arm away from Eliza, instead holding a hand out to the blond who stared at it in confusion. "..." There was a long moment of silence and I pulled away, shifting awkwardly. "S-Sorry." Right. Different country, different customs. Forgot. "Um, a-anyway! Has Upperclassman Ichijou been treating you well?" He seems nice. I looked back at him, "People've been nice, right?" If not then I swear to god Skylar and I are going to have to bash some skulls. Well, Skylar will be. I'll be watching in the background coming up with the master plan.
"Uh, yes...?" He seemed unsure how to answer that. "She doesn't talk to a lot of people..."
"I talk to you," Was her response to him. Eliza then looked up at the sky, frowning when she saw the sunset. "We need to go, Upperclassman Ichijou. We'll be late."
"Ah! Yes, of course. My apologies." I released Eliza completely at his words, deflating when they both talked about leaving. Of course, I knew it had to happen, but... "I'll talk to you tomorrow, Irene-Chan." He smiled, nodding as he turned to leave. I watched sadly as Eliza turned to leave as well, telling me she would see me later.
"Okay... Bye-bye!" I waved, "Have a nice night! Have fun!"
"I will! You too." Eliza called back, lifting a hand up in the air in a lazy wave. Ichijou turned around completely, walking backwards, and gave a wild wave.
"Thank you! We will!"
He's like an overly tall child. Haha. I grinned, amused by his antics, and waved back just as crazily until a hand suddenly picked me up by the scruff of my uniform. I blinked, not even given time to panic about my feet being off the ground before I was sent flying into the crowd of fangirls who were mourning the lack of the Night Class as the last two, Ichijou and Eliza, walked away.
"Stay in the goddamn line, you foreigner! And you-if you even think about crossing that line I'll destroy every hope or dream you have about your precious Idol." They didn't need to be told twice. Terrified of Zero, the girls all backed up-stepping on me in the process- and looked at him fearfully. Yuuki, who had also been ran over, pushed herself up with a huff. Her hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and her uniform was slightly wrinkled. She was coated in dirt and mud.
Yuuki fumbled to stand up straight, but once she managed it she gave Zero a thumbs up. "Nice work, Zero!"
As I pushed myself up I winced, looking at the scrape on the palm of my hand. There was just the slightest bits of blood. Having not gotten far, Eliza stopped and Ichijou turned his head in our direction. I didn't notice. Instead, I sat up so I was sitting on my legs and watched in surprise as Skylar antagonized Zero, the male grunting when she planted her first into his lower back.
Irritable, he looked over his shoulder and glared down at the dark-skinned brunette who had hit him. "What?"
"I'd appreciate it if youdidn'tmanhandle my friend like that!"
Suddenly Eliza was behind her, faster than one could blink, and gave Zero a cold stare. Though he was glaring his nose twitched, and the silver-haired male stiffened. Eliza's eyes flickered over to my direction, the girl stepping forward as I felt someone pulling me up onto my feet.
I don't think I've ever seen my friends so angry. "You should hurry back to your dorm," Ichijou commented softly, holding my wrist in his hand. Startled by the closeness I quickly pulled away, having not even noticed him arrive. Zero, who had seen Eliza move in my direction, reached out and grabbed her arm tightly. His lilac eyes were glaring at her with so much pure hatred you would have thought she was going to burst into flames.
What did Eliza do? She's barely even been here for three days! Why does he look like he wants to kill her?
"Don't even think about it, you monster." He growled, voice deepening. He pushed her back. "Hurry up and go to your class. The other Day Class students have already left for their dorms." Limping my way over and wrapping an arm around a glaring Skylar's shoulder, keeping my notebook tucked against my side, I looked around in surprise when I saw he was right. Everyone was gone. Weird. When did that happen?
"Don't tell me what to do," She hissed. My eyebrows raised up, startled. I've seen her crying and ranting when she was mad, but this made her look like she was ready to tear his throat open.
I blinked, briefly wondering if I was more tired than I thought when I saw the colors of her eyes flash red. I felt a hand on my back, Ichijou trying to guide Skylar and I in the direction of the dorms, but while I almost fell over Skylar barely even budged.
Yuuki was the one who broke the fight apart, placing a hand on Zero's arm and getting him to release Eliza. The blue-eyed brunette cast us an apologetic look, before nodding and making her way down the path that led to the school. Casting us another apologetic look Ichijou followed, seeming reluctant to leave us alone with the furious prefect. Zero then turned, fixating his glare on me, and I stiffened. Skylar placed a hand on my arm, glaring up at Zero while I remained still and wide-eyed in my fear.
"Stay away from the Night Class, do you hear me, Terrier?" He was so furious... what did I do wrong? "You don't want to get involved with them. Now go!" He pointed in the direction of the Day Class Dorms and I tried to walk away, attempting to drag Skylar in that direction with me, but she remained rooted in the spot.
"You're a jerk, you know that?" She told him, asking with a deep frown. "Yuuki claimed you were nice, but I really just don't see it." Yuuki grinned sheepishly when Zero looked at her.
"I don't care what she told you," He growled, "Now go to the dorms."
Why is everyone getting so angry today!? It was hostility at every corner-holy crap. I tugged more insistently on Skylar's sleeve, on the verge of panicking, and this time she listened. "I'm gonna kill him," She muttered under her breath. I looked at her in alarm.
"You can't do that! No killing people, Skylar. That's not good. You'll get in trouble for that."
"Then at least let me tear off one of his limbs."
"No!" My voice squeaked loudly in horror, though while part of me knew she was joking another bit felt like she was completely serious. She mumbled something and I blinked. "What about Vampires?" What did they have to do with anything? This wasn't Shiki nor were we discussing Hellsing. I don't even think she's seen those. God, Shiki was disturbing.
Skylar tensed at my words, only to sigh. "It's nothing... just forget about it."
Oookay... everybody is just cranky today. Well, except for that one guy. He appeared to be in a pretty good mood. I'm glad that at least one person is.
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Who was he calling her a monster when they're both of the same kind? He was a total hypocrite, not to mention extremely rude. You don't just pick up a person and then THROW them like they're some kind of a potato sack! "I'm going to tear that prefect in two..."
"Eh?" Ichijou blinked, startled at the sudden cruel words coming out of the smaller girl's mouth. Realization lit his face and he said, "Oh! You're talking about Kiryuu-Kun, right? You shouldn't let him get to you. He's not a bad person in my personal belief, though he can be a bit rough... as you saw earlier today. But..." He trailed off, looking thoughtful. "Well, I suppose one can't really blame him for being so hating towards Vampires; it makes sense, given what he's been through."
Eliza looked up at him when he said that, but Ichijou gave no indication that he was going to explain. Instead he jotted down a few notes, then flipped a page of a book he was reading. He was humming again as he read. She observed him for a few seconds before looking around the note. So many Vampires... so few Aristocrats... so many more common Vampires like herself... and just one Pureblood.
Heaving a sigh she brought a hand up to her neck, rubbing it as her throat itched, feeling a bit parched. She was hungry. It's been a long time since she last felt so angry... it really took a lot out of her. This school is just one fight after the other, isn't it? And it's only her second day. Well, night she supposed. Eliza was seriously beginning to regret coming here. She hoped things would start to get better. It's just been stressful so far.