"Yuki. What are you?"

Zero asked me, staring at me in amazement. He took a step towards me. I gulped. I couldn't tell him. Not here. Not now. Thinking quickly, I leapt off the ground and soared into the air, I could feel Zero following me with his eyes, but he made no effort in chasing me. I sailed through the cool night air, the slight breeze gently ruffling some of my feathers.

This was one of the things I loved about flying. When you were airborne, there were no worries, no doubts, nothing. Just freedom. Pure, absolute freedom. I don't know how long, or how high I flew, but it was just high enough to be mistaken for a bird, because the returning Night Class never said anything. I finally landed atop the school building, although I have no idea as to why I stopped there. My heart was a ceaselessly hammering drum.

Zero, my partner, my closest friend. He saw the transformation, but I couldn't tell him. I just couldn't tell him.

I thought in utter misery. The words had been right there in my throat, preparing to leap from my clenched teeth, and I fled. Like a frightened coyote, I ran, or rather flew away. I sighed, my heart hurt, my back was still throbbing dully, and my poor, tired brain was trying to comprehend it all, and finally gave up. I didn't know what to do. Then all of a sudden, without warning, I began to sing.

Look at your young men fighting

Look at your women crying

Look at your young men dying

The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding

Look at the blood we're spilling

Look at the lives we're leading

The way we've always done before

My hands are tied

The billions shift from side to side

And the wars go on with brainwashed pride

With no love of God and our human rights

All these things are swept aside

By bloody hands time can't deny

And are washed by your genocide

And history hides the lies of our civil wars

D'you wear a black arm band

When they shot the man who said:

"Peace should last forever."

And in my first memories they shot Kennedy

I went numb when I learned to see

So I never fell for Vietnam

We've got the Wall of D.C. to remind us all

That you can't trust people when it's not in your hands

When everybody's fightin' for the Promised Land and;

I don't need your civil war

Feeds the rich while it buries the poor

Power hungry sellin' soldiers in a grocery store

Ain't that fresh?

I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes you're filling

Look at the blood we're spilling

Look at the world we're killing

The way we've always done before

Look in the doubt we've wallowed

Look at the leaders we've followed

Look at the lies we've swallowed

And I don't wanna hear no more

My hands are tied

For all I've seen I've changed my mind

Still the wars go on as the years go by

With no love of God or human rights

All these dreams are swept aside

By the bloody hands of the hypnotized

Who carry the cross of homicide

And history bears the scars of our civil wars

With my song finished, I looked out at the brightening school grounds. Somehow, It looked different for atop the school building. Oh well, not time to think of that. I reminded myself as I descended to the ground, pulling my wings into the back of my uniform. The nice thing was, they went right through he holes in my jacket and my shirt right onto my back. I began walking toward the sun dorm. Today was going to be the start of one hell of a day.