Author's Note: I don't know where or what it came from, but my inspiration has reappeared. I guess I was just being a big mope since the last few days have been just downright dreary—stupid Ohio and it's random season changes, only flippen' state that can have all four seasons in a week—but anyways I am no longer being a big mope! I love writing just for the heck of it, as well as giving a person something to enjoy on a rainy day!
Katara: Really? You're coming back? *smile*
Me: Yes I am just for the—HEY! Wait a minute, you hate my story, so why are you so cheerful?
Katara: *blushes slightly* Because I want to see where this plotless story goes—even though I'm completely OOC—and I'm sure someone out there wouldn't mine either.
Me: *Sniffles* OH YOU HAVE MADE ME THE HAPPIEST AUTHOR EVER! *hugs* Though just to let you know you're not the main focus of this chapter.
Katara: WHAT?! I thought the story was supposed to be through my eyes? I'm the main character!
Me: One of the main characters. To all my readers, up to this point all of my chapters have been through Katara's POV, but that has to change in order for anything to happen. Sooo, for this chapter Hanabusa will take over. Enjoy! *Hides under table as Katara unleashes her wrath*
Hanabusa's POV:
I stood outside on the small old wooden porch, my teal eyes wide and my mouth agape, as if I was granting permission to any insect, bird or any other living creature to go ahead and enter. This has never ever happened to me before, how could a girl, such as this mysterious Katara, just throw me out of her house without once swooning over me? This was an absurd turn in events knowing how any other girl would have acted in my presence, so why was she different? Why isn't she falling for my princely charms and actions? I am the most handsome person she would ever meet, but all she can do is act like a complete jerk in my presence.
No one has ever rejected me before, and I intend to figure out why she is able to. I mentally declared, turning on my heel and began heading into the direction of the school building. I briefly glanced down to my hands that held the bowl of—what I would assume—lukewarm stew, contemplating about what she had said earlier, after she had smashed my face in with her front door, "Heh, last time I checked I wasn't a very nice person." My eyes narrowed in concentration, attempting to understand her words that had echoed through my head once again. If she wasn't a nice person why'd she give me something to eat after she heard my stomach growl—which was quite embarrassing might I add—if she wasn't a nice person at heart?
This particular woman seemed quite strong—both physically and mentally—and I was able to determine that just by watching her hardly break a sweat as she kicked that girl back in place earlier today. Never in a million years would I have thought that a human girl might have possessed such physical strength, and look as delicate as Katara does. Apparently her mind was not weak either, because that was the only way that she would be able to resist my advances without fainting or calling out my name, WHICH SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW! My eyes narrowed menacingly, while my face scrunched up into an irritated grimace as I continued to mentally analyze the girl who seemed completely different than any other girl that I have ever crossed paths with. "How could she not have known who I was? I know that the girls in the Day Class talk about me! So how on earth could she not have heard about me at least once?!" I questioned aloud to myself as I entered the hallway, nearing the dreadful class that I had to endure for a while longer. I stuck my lip out pouting childishly at the fact that I didn't completely get out of this class. Why couldn't she have kicked me out about twenty minutes later, I yammered to myself as I pushed open the tall door with an uncharacteristic glower staining my face.
I walked passed a few of my classmates earning several bored glances in my direction, not that I really cared anyways, I was far more focused on other things rather than some questioning eyes that hardly reached my sight. Why was that girl so different? I grumbled to myself once again. Any girl that I see should be so far engulfed by my beauty that they can't think without my face popping up in their minds. What this girl is pulling is completely unorthodox! I thought begrudgingly to myself as I plopped down in my seat without my thought train being broken. I could feel my right eye begin to twitch the more I thought about this Katara. I couldn't seem to do anything to distract my brain from thinking about her. I felt my body convulse slightly, and this must have been the final straw that gained my cousin's attention. "What's wrong with you, Hanabusa? You've been acting quite strange ever since you went to return that Day Class girl's things." Akatsuki grumbled, his normal bored voice was underlined with a slight worry for me.
I turned my head in a quite choppy motion resembling a very old, outdated android with my left eye continuing to spasmodically twitch every so often. This seemed to mildly creep my cousin out as I stared at him with my face beginning to resemble a wild animal loosing its sanity, since it had unfortunately contracted rabies. "I am fine." I stated simply, knowing all to well that my expression was the complete contrary to the few words that I had spoken.
Akatsuki raised one of his orange brows in a confused manner, and then spoke blandly—as usual—to me. "What exactly transpired between you and that girl? And don't say nothing because judging by your current actions she must have—dare I say—rejected you."
I felt my temper flare the second my ears picked up on the horrid words that I despised hearing so much. Though what he had spoken was true but I had yet to believe that I, Hanabusa Aidou, had for the first time been rejected by a member of the female human species. "She is in complete denial about her so obvious feelings for me, in other words she didn't reject me!" I proclaimed falsely, and if I would have been Pinocchio my nose probably would have grown a good few feet in length in that moment. I watched as Akatsuki bit his lip in attempts to hold back at so obvious smirk that had already partly leaked onto his pale face. "Hey, whats so funny, Akatsuki?" I hissed soft enough to where only my cousin could hear me.
"Are you sure you're not the one in denial, Hanabusa?" My cousin asked with a soft snort, as he turned his attention back towards the front of the classroom where a projection screen sat immobile in the center aisle, and flashed multiple black and white pictures across it.
"I AM NOT IN DENIAL!" I howled, slamming my fists on the table angrily, unintentionally claiming the attention of the entire classroom who's expressions were a mix of mild shock, and mildly irritated glares. I felt what would have been a light blush if I wouldn't have been so pale to begin with spread across my cheeks as I realized that I had gotten upset enough to interrupt the silent classroom.
"Do you have something you need to add to today's current lesson, Aidou?" The teacher asked in a disdainful voice, as his expression fell from its normal nonchalant gaze down to a formidable glare that Zero would be impressed with. I felt quite idiotic now for losing my temper so easily in front of the entire Night Class which included Lord Kuran, who of which was giving me a smile that read anything other then he was happy with my behavior. Oh I really hope I don't get slapped for this, i-it wasn't that bad compared to the times that I have nearly given away the fact that I'm a vampire.
"Erm...N-No, Sir." I stammered slightly, cheeks still flush as I tried to sink into the chair until I was no more than a spec of the size I am now.
"Alright, now would you please keep your idiocy confined to yourself, Mr. Aidou, if you don't mind, there are other people trying to learn." He reprimanded, then as if I had completely vanished, he refocused his attention back onto the black and white screen. I glanced over to my cousin who had his head angled slightly away, obviously trying not to laugh at the scolding I had just received from the teacher. I glared at him even though it was futile since he couldn't see me at the moment with how is head was angled and all, but it didn't persuade me to cease my glaring. If he wouldn't have said that I was in denial this whole ordeal wouldn't have taken place, and I wouldn't feel so perturbed right now.
I looked away from him, and down to the table where the lidded Styrofoam bowl of stew sat, untouched by me. It smelled quite nice even though the scent was diminishing because it was getting cold, but nonetheless the scent was divine. I peeled the lid off attempting to make as little noise as possible, I already felt like an idiot for interrupting the class, so I really didn't want to make another scene by being a bit noisy. I studied the contents in the small bowl seeing little bits of potatoes, carrots, noodles and meat floating around the surface of the broth. It looked quite strange compared to the foods that I was familiar with, and in all honesty it wasn't that appetizing looking, but either the small amount of hunger that I felt or just that I was curious to try this strange looking meal. I lifted the bowl to my lips, taking a experimental taste before I deemed if it was worthy to eat or not. Even though it wasn't as warm as I would have preferred it—that's mostly my fault—the bowl of stew tasted delicious, and before I knew it the Styrofoam bowl had been drained of its contents, and down into my craving stomach. Wow, never would I have thought I would enjoy something made to satisfy a commoner's hunger. I figured that anything they eat I just wouldn't be able to stomach because it wasn't made from high quality products, but wrong I was.
I smiled softly to myself, staring at the now empty bowl. My stomach was finally satisfied with the commoner dish, but I soon felt a pair of eyes staring at me from the side. I slyly peered out from the corner of my eye to see Akatsuki's brown eyes narrowed in slight bafflement, then all of a sudden an unheard of smirk broke out across his face, making me turn my head in his direction with a brow raised in suspicion. "You seem to have really enjoyed that bowl of commoners food, huh, Hanabusa." My face reddened once again, as my features scrunched back up into a childish pout, and I swiveled my head back towards the front of the classroom.
"It wasn't great, I've had appetizers that tasted better than that." I stated matter of factly, and if my cousin had said anything else I didn't hear it because I had tuned him out, so I wouldn't have to be tormented by him since I really did enjoy the food more than I really would have liked to.
The rest of the night was a blur to me since I could hardly focus on anything because a certain depiction of a girl with dark blue eyes wouldn't leave my brain alone for a moment. I continued to wonder about how she was able to treat me so rudely, yet she was nice enough to kick me out of her home with a bowl of food in my hands. Then I decided that there had to be much, much more to this Katara girl than what she wanted everyone to see. Then I figured out exactly what I had to do to put my mind at ease, and possibly get her to be a bit nicer to me, but considering how cold and distant she acts towards people, learning about her might be much harder than what I currently think. I'm sure that I could worm my way past her little protective barrier, I'm a genius after all.
"Tomorrow," I murmured into my lavender scented pillow with my teal eyes slowly drifting shut. "My plan will be set in motion, and I will slowly learn why she's so distant towards me, and plenty of other people." I smirked into my pillow as my last thoughts drifted off into the night as sleep claimed my mind...
I awoke to the soft rays of light fanning across my cheeks, while I gently stretched my arms outwards, feeling my stiff muscles relax. I let a soft sigh part my lips as I stood up to look out my window to see a beautiful bright day. Then I glanced to where the sun lie in the blue cloudless sky, and judging by the position it was a little after twelve o'clock, which was the ideal time for me to begin my assignment. The Day Class students usually began their lunch break around one o'clock, so this gave me just the right amount of time to complete all of my morning activities. I smiled contently to myself, feeling an intense amount of excitement beginning to build up in the pit of my stomach for what I was going to accomplish within the next few hours. I could see the whole thing right now...
I walked up to Katara who graciously waited under a tall Oak tree just for me, holding a pretty heart shaped card in her outstretched hands. "My dearest, Hanabusa, I beg you to accept this as a symbol of my love." She smiled dreamily at me, and wrapped her arms tightly around me and buried her face into the crook of my neck. "Please forgive me for yesterday, you were right I was just confused because I have never before met—let alone seen—someone as breathtakingly beautiful as you." She pleaded into my neck.
"I forgive you, Katara, I just knew you'd come around and see that I am stunningly beautiful." I stroked her face lovingly as she nuzzled her cheek against me...
I sighed as I awoke from my daydream. Yes, that's what is bound to happen because it's so obvious that no girl—no matter who they are—can resist my charms for long. The corners of my lips turned upwards into a predatory grin, as I strolled away from the window and to my dresser, all while stepping over the wonderful treasures that the Lord Kuran had demonstrated his amazing powers on, and pulled out what I called my Smart Clothes to wear after I had my shower. Can't walk around smelling like a stale old man, what would the ladies think of me then? I thought to myself as I bounded off to the bathroom to run through my quick morning routine which consisted of showering, brushing my teeth, combing through my hair, applying deodorant, and a few other minor things so I could start the day on the right foot.
I was just about to open the door to head downstairs, but to my misfortune Akatsuki just so happened to groan softly. I felt my body stiffen and freeze in mid-step, while my breathing hitched in my throat. "Don't wake up don't wake up don't wake up..." I repeated continuously under my breath in hopes my begging would keep my cousin asleep until I was far from this room, and on my way to the school grounds where the Day Class students were having lunch right now. I held my breath when I heard the rustle of his blankets, but after a few moments he settled back down, and his breathing evened back out. I took that chance before something really did wake Akatsuki up who of which would interrogate me for being up this early.
A relieved sigh parted my lips once I was out of my room, and in the hallway of the dormitory, and I leaned against the wall feeling a wave of relief wash over me. That was so close, I really thought I was busted a minute ago. I thought to myself. If Akatsuki would have woken up I wouldn't have been able to make it this far, I suppose the universe had finally decided to side with me—
"Well aren't you up early, Hanabusa, what's the occasion?" Asked a cheery voice belonging to none other than Vice-president Ichijo Takuma. I suppose I spoke to soon, the universe always had to throw unnecessary obstacles in the way of all of my plans. I mentally facepalmed, I had completely forgotten that he was always up bright and early, and didn't take any precautions measures to avoid him.
"Good morning." I stated lamely, while rubbing the base of my neck in a rather nervous fashion. "Today really isn't anything special, I just felt like waking up a bit earlier than normal to, you know...take a nice walk or study...things like that." I laughed coyly, hoping he would buy the fib...now that I think about it it really isn't a fib since I am going on a walk, and I am going to study the reasoning why Katara hasn't fallen for my otherworldly charms. So technically I am not lying whatsoever, and coming to this conclusion I felt my mind relax some.
Ichijo raised a curious eyebrow. "Oh, when you said waking up a bit earlier, did you really mean several hours in advance?" He smirked slightly, then tapped his finger gently on his chin in thought, and a second later he seemed to have come to some type of conclusion. "Does this walk have something to do with last nights outburst about you being in denial about something?" He asked, his usual gentle smile intact on his face. Sometimes I wondered why he was so happy all the time. I don't even think that Ichijo knew how to frown, but his happy-go-lucky persona didn't matter right then, because I could feel my face reheat just for remembering last nights events. "So, what are you in denial about?" He asked casually and leaned against the wall next to me.
My eye twitched in an irate manner as the aura around me grew heavy and dark. "I'm not in denial about anything!" I half shouted, balling my fists at my sides. I felt a small amount of anger bubble up inside my chest just for being reminded that I was in denial because—for the first time—a girl didn't fawn over me, even though I continued to tell myself otherwise. I watched the surprised expression that claimed the Vice-president's face as he pushed off the wall to look at me. "Now if you don't mind I have some walking to do!" I grumbled angrily and took off down the corridor, leaving behind a relatively confused Ichijo.
I hurried out of the dorm before I would run into anyone else that would undoubtedly interrogate me since I'm actually awake at this time of the day, but I guess it's a good thing that most of the Night Class students slept quite soundly until it was near time for the switch over. I smiled to myself as I easily snuck past the rather creepy, hooded old guy who guarded the small back entrance that connected with the school building, in a very ninja-like fashion. I felt like an undercover cop, or secret agent right then, since taking one step onto the school campus while Day Classes are in session is completely prohibited, and punishable by a scolding from the higher ups, or in my case a hardy smack to the face from Lord Kuran. I stiffened slightly, remembering the last time I was hit for overstepping a boundary or nearly revealing the secret of the Night Class. Oh how painful it was, I thought bitterly as I gently placed a hand over my right cheek. I shook my head to refocus my mind on the task at hand and forget the painful memories that I had endured.
I arrived in the courtyard just as the students were being released from their morning classes. I tried to blend in with the scenery around so I wouldn't be hounded by my fan girls for once. If that happened it would completely ruin the reason I came out here in the first place, and I would loose my chance to hear Katara apologize to me while offering me her love. Right that moment I was hiding in a chaparral of rounded bushes and tall evergreen trees, hoping that I would still remain temporarily concealed to the world around, yet to my misfortune a small group of three girls just so happened to sit several feet away from my disgraceful hiding place. Just as I had mentioned earlier, the universe just loves to throw obstacles in my way, first the terrifyingly happy Vice-president, and now a small group of yammering women. Looks like I'll be here for a few minutes, I mentally complained and fell from my ninja like crouch, down to sitting on the ground with one knee erect while the other stretched out lazily.
"Hey, Aki, Yume, guess WHAT?" A black haired girl with small freckles dotting her pale cheeks uttered excitedly to a tall and lanky blonde-haired girl who sat down on the grass clumsily next to her friend, and a stocky girl who pushed up a pair of reading glasses into her unruly brown hair, as she sprawled out onto the grass gracefully.
"What is it, Naomi?" The brown-haired girl mumbled, as she pulled out a small notebook, and began jotting things down disinterestedly. What a rude girl, you're supposed to look at the person you're talking to, no matter how bored or annoyed you may be. I thought to myself as I continued to watch the small group of girls converse with each other.
The girl by the name of Naomi grinned broadly, almost scary, apparently whatever she had to say was of utmost importance in her opinion. "I just found out that this year both the Day Class and the Night Class get to attend the Halloween shindig this Saturday...TOGETHER!" She shouted loud enough to where I nearly jumped up out of my hiding place, holding my poor violated ears. "I am determined to get to dance with Akatsuki! He's just so CUTE...I just want to...ooh!" I felt like I was gonna die if I didn't laugh, but I had to hold it in, or my plans would be ruined. I pity this poor girl since her dreams will never become reality because my stoic cousin is so deeply in love with Ruka.
The girl with the book glanced up at her friend with a smirk lining her olive complexion. "Oh how childish you are, we can confess our love to them over and over again, yet they aren't ever going to truly acknowledge it—"
The blonde-haired girl finally spoke. "Whoa whoa whoa, Aki, you're such a hypocrite! The other day you were telling us—in great detail—about your erotic dreams and fantasies with Senri, and how you wished that you could bare his children, as well as wanting to have some smexy time with him." She stated, her tone high enough it was almost deafening. Then she began preforming some very suggestive body movements, while Aki turned bright red in embarrassment. Why did I have to be put in a situation where I was unable to laugh, since holding it in was beginning to really pain my sides and throat. I suppose getting stuck in some bushes wasn't as boring as I would have thought it would have been.
"You have no room to talk, Yume! You're the one who undresses Aidou with your eyes everyday at the switch over." This piece of information had completely changed my I-Cant-contain-My-Laughter attitude. I felt a red blush creep up onto my face, while a nauseating lump formed in my throat, just for hearing something so...well inappropriate being said about me. Talking about other Night Class students in that manner was hilarious, but when I hear things like that about me it's completely horrendous to my ears. "That reminds me, you weren't at the switch over yesterday, were you."
"No, I had to make up a stupid test." She murmured while placing her arms firmly on her chest in an irate fashion. "Speaking of which, what did I miss yesterday?"
The two dark-haired girls eyes widened significantly. "You missed so much!" They shouted in unison.
"You know that girl that came here two weeks ago, the one that's scarier than Zero?" Naomi questioned.
"Katara?" Yume asked softly, while I mentally groaned not really wanting to hear about yesterdays encounter with her right then.
"Yes her! She bit Idol's finger!"
The blonde girl's temper seemed to spark at that moment, while she stood up angrily, and paced back and forth in front of her friends. "What a cruel bitch! How could she do something so malevolent to my Aidou!" She hissed as her arms flailed in all sorts of directions. I don't belong to anyone, ESPECIALLY not a perverted girl that pictures me naked. I'm not an object you know. I grumbled, feeling bits of my dignity scatter into the wind. "Next time I see her I'm gonna ring her neck, and choke the life out of her frail self." Her friends tried to calm her down but anytime they'd try and say a word she cut them off with some incoherent hiss.
"I'm going to rip those stupid loops that she always wears right out of her head—" She then turned around and froze. I tried to make a hole in the bush as quietly as I could, so I could see what she was staring at so intensely. With in a second or two, staring out of the hole in the bush, I seen Katara reading as she walked down the path towards a secluded area of the courtyard. She wore the typical Black Day Class uniform, which I must admit she looked quite nice in, though she did look much cuter in that sweater and jeans she wore yesterday. Then I realized that this Yume girl was going to attempt to kill her, but I highly doubted that she would even land a scratch on Katara, since I witnessed her reaction time yesterday. Her reaction time is just as good as mine, now that I really think about it. "Hey! Bitch!" Katara peered up from her book, and shot a peeved stare at Yume. Then rolled her eyes as if Yume was nothing more than a pestiferous bug that wouldn't quit flying in her face, and began read walking once more. "Hey, Cunt, I'm talking to you!" She hissed yet again.
Without a minor glance up from her book, Katara spoke. "Sorry, I haven't time for your insolent nonsense, so piss off, and quit bothering me." She grumbled indifferently as she passed the girl right up without a care in the world. I guess she has much more restraint than I thought, because I had expected her to drop her book and slug the blonde girl for her rude comment. Then a thought popped in my head, maybe she only strikes someone if they had thrown the first punch, since that would give her an advantage over her opponent because all she'd have to say to one of the perfects, teachers or the Chairman is I was merely defending myself.
I watched as the blonde girl puffed out her chest, and straightened her spine to make herself appear more threatening, not that it really mattered, or held any effect since Katara merely stared intently at the words on the page, continuing to further the distance between herself and Yume. "You're really that scared of me...you won't even look at me when I'm talking to you? What a shame, and people say you're scarier than Zero, HA!" A rather psychopathic cackle escaped from her diaphragm as she continued to provoke Katara. "You're nothing but a pathetic weakling who likes to hurt others! Just like you hurt Idol yesterday!" I facepalmed, knowing that Katara wasn't going to ignore her any longer with the comment Yume had just said aloud. I then focused my attention back on Katara who had indeed stopped walking, and closed her book with a semi-loud smack. I could tell just by her body language that she was now—for lack of a better word—really pissed off, I could almost see the steam rising from the top of her head and out through her ears. She slowly turned around to face the girl who had insulted her numerous times already, and the moment I seen her eyes lock on Yume's form I recoiled slightly, never before witnessing such a great amount of anger compressed into one person's eyes before. As I looked closer, passed the outer layer of anger that lined the surface of her eyes, I noticed that in that moment that what she was feeling was sorrow, more so than anger. The anger being nothing more than a misrepresentation that she used to conceal the sadness that lies rooted deep in her soul. "Oh, so you've finally deemed me worthy enough to actually look me in the eyes?" Yume uttered hatefully, as she preformed a mock bow towards the angry blue-eyed girls several feet away from her.
"Deemed you worthy? Hardly! I just don't feel like dealing with your fan girl crap right now!" Wow, she really was angry now. You could hear it as she spoke, her anger had been spread thickly on every word she said. "And for your information, the only reason I bit your precious Idol—" She stopped abruptly, scrunching up her nose in disgust. "Uck! That sounded beyond bizarre leaving my mouth, you fan girls should really try coming up with something more fitting for him," Katara tapped her finger gently on her chin in thought. Great, I wonder what ridiculous name she's gonna saddle me with? I thought grimly to myself, feeling a small irritated frown stretch on my face as I rested my head in my hand that was now propped up on my knee. "Hmm...I wonder what you'd call a Playboy such as him...all well I can't think of anything suiting." She smirked menacingly when she said the word Playboy.
My eyes widened for a split second before narrowing into tiny slits, my anger rising high beyond normal. PLAYBOY? She thinks I'm a PLAYBOY?! I'M NOT A PLAYBOY! I don't sleep with every woman I meet, that's...that's immoral! Hearing Katara say that about me was indeed the straw that broke the cat's back, because I could no longer remain sitting in my concealed place amongst the trees and bushes. I shot up from my hiding place, with my face burning a bright red as I stalked angrily towards my target. Katara apparently didn't seem to notice my presence right then, due to the intense glowering she directed at Yume. Though the blonde girl and her friends seemed to have notice me mere seconds after I appeared, but my attention was not the least bit directed at them. "Aidou? Where'd he come from?" The girl named Aki questioned, as she stared at me with big red cheeks and wide eyes.
"Are you stupid? He came from his mom jus—" Katara didn't have the chance to finish her statement because I latched my hand onto her thin, bony wrist—she really needs to eat more before she becomes even more emaciated than she already is—while I pulled her back in the direction she was heading before Yume had provoked her enough to stop. "What the hell? Let me go, Blondie!" She shrieked as she tried to pry away the vice-like grip I held on her wrist, but her efforts were in complete vain since I had superhuman strength, and it also didn't help that she was 'weak' in her current state due to the lack of food intake, and a book in her free hand didn't do much good either. "I already told you to leave me alone last night! Let me go, you creep!" I merely ignored her little rant as I tried to pull her forwards, yet she seemed to have turned on some type of anti-movement switch because she wouldn't budge a single inch.
I glanced over my shoulder, only to see Katara's angry eyes directed at me as she continued to squirm in my grasp as she attempted to escape, and apparently she had dropped the book somewhere during her struggles. "This is beginning to irritate me." I murmured over my shoulder to her, all while seeing the girls that I had been listening to for the last few minutes, who were now staring at me, baffled by my random appearance. I smiled boyishly at them, and made a shushing motion with my finger in hopes to keep them silent, and like a charm they smiled while nodding their heads dreamily at me. I glanced back at the restive, angry blue-eyed girl who of which held a rather comical expression on her face.
She stopped struggling for a few seconds to speak. "You're irritating me quite a bit too you know, and what on earth makes you think a smile will keep them quiet? They're rampaging fan girls, they don't know the first meaning of staying quiet!" She hissed irritably as she continued her failing attempt to brake free from my grasp. "Now let me go before I call for the pref—AWWW!" She screamed as I hoisted her up over my shoulder as she flailed, and beat on my back as I continued to make my way towards the secluded section of trees so I could talk to her privately. "This is sexual harassment I tell ya, SEXUAL HARASSMENT!" The brunette bellowed as she wriggled all around, once managing to knee me hard in the ribs making me gasp slightly. If she's able to knee me hard enough to where it has a painful effect, I'm beginning to wonder how strong she is when she's fully healthy. "If you put me down now I promise I won't press charges!" I rolled my eyes as she continued to spill empty threats down my neck, as she pounded hard on my back.
"Calm down, all I want to do is talk with you, but since you wouldn't follow me there was no other choice, I had to pick you up." I stated childishly, with a half smirk lining my pale lips, not that she could see it though.
"I don't wanna talk to you! I'm gonna have an aneurysm if you keep bothering me like this!" She complained, as we walked down the stone path growing closer towards a cluster of tall leafless trees. Suddenly a strong gust of chilly Autumn wind whipped at my face, making me squint my eyes slightly, but to my misfortune Katara just so happened to scream at the top of her lungs, and lunge upwards with an unbelievable amount of force, which nearly made me fall forwards and face plant the stone ground. I glared at the girl for such stupidity, but than I realized just what had triggered this reaction when I seen her hand attempting to latch onto her skirt, in trying to cover the navy-blue bikini briefs she wore. I felt my face heat up the second I seen her underwear, this was not how I thought things would go with her, Katara was supposed to realize her undying love for me! I wasn't supposed to end up carrying her across the court yard against her will, and I surely wasn't suppose to see her forbidden clothing! I stole a glance at her face that no longer read pure anger, instead it wielded major embarrassment. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her eyes were closed tightly as she became completely immobile, except for the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Then out of the blue the brunette squeaked once more. "My modesty, my innocence, my dignity, just take them all away already!"
I frowned slightly, letting the brunette slide down in my arms until I held her bridal-style—while she yelped in utter surprise—and I kept my eyes from even glancing down at her knowing all to well that she was bound to be glaring back up at me. "What the hell? Don't carry me like this! Only my future husband is allowed to carry me like this, and I can guarantee that you are not, I repeat, NOT, my future husband, Blondie!" Katara seethed, as she started to flail once again. I sighed, my face most certainly painted a dark crimson, still in shock for accidentally seeing her undergarments. "Put me down right—oomph!" Katara swiveled her head both left and right, then patted the browning grass beneath her with both her hands. It was a very child-like action, but she seemed overly joyed by the fact that she was finally sitting on the cold ground. I brushed it off as I sat down next to her, leaving a decent gap between us for obvious reasons, while I twirled a piece of dead grass around my finger, feeling the wind gust at my face yet again. I let my expression remain thoughtful, yet my eyes remained far off as I gazed into the bright blue sky. Then I heard her speak, her voice cold as ice but what was I to expect from her. "Okay, what is it that you want? I'll humor you with a question or two, but then you need to leave me alone."
"Thank you." Was all I said, my voice filled with nothing but sincerity, as I continued to stare out into the never ending sky.
"For what?" She asked, her tone much more curious rather than irritated. She now sounded like a completely different person than she did only a few minutes ago. I chanced a glance at her through the corner of my eye, and to my surprise her satanic scowl that I thought she had burned into her flesh has significantly receded.
I smiled softly, kindly, a true smile on my part, not one of the smiles that I shined for my adoring fan girls. That whole charade I take part in everyday was nothing more than that, a charade. I was attempting to be myself—minus the fangs and the subconscious blood lust I feel—around Katara since I really never had the chance, since all the girls I meet do nothing but fawn over me and faint anytime I say the word hello—not that I don't enjoy it of course. Maybe that is the reason I am so desperately trying to piece together the structure of this girl, attempting to find out the reason why she doesn't squeal or faint in my presence. "Two things," I smiled, holding up two of my fingers near her face, which of course made her slink back away from me slightly. "You fed me last night—"
Katara resumed her annoyed grimace, and folded her arms across her chest childishly as she pivoted her head out of my direction, and focused on a blank space in front of her. "That was nothing more than a ploy to get you out of my house—WAIT," She half shouted, and turned around completely to face me. "You actually ate it?!" I nodded my head, smiling like an idiot. "Funny, I figured that a rich boy like you would have tossed it in the garbage." She blurted out, completely awestruck by my actions. "I had always thought people like you couldn't stomach commoner's food." She murmured, her tone soft and angelic, and yet she still sounded so far off and sad.
"I thought it was quite tasty, though I do admit that my cousin made fun of me for eating it." I stated coyly, rubbing the back of my neck, while a slight blush dusted over my pale cheeks.
I managed to catch the ghost of a smile on her tanned features, but just as it had appeared it was gone again while a glare replaced it. That will probably be the first time for a very long time that I will actually see any form of smile—I don't count sneers and smirks—along her face. "Anyways, what was the other thing you wanted to thank me for?" She grumbled, her voice returning to that agitated hiss that she used constantly. I frowned knowing that trying to figure her out was far more complex than what I thought it was gonna be.
"Giving me a chance to understand you a little—"
"Believe me when I say this," I peered at her, studying her face as she continued to speak blandly. "The less you know about me, the better off both of us are going to be. As a matter of fact, the less anyone knows about me the better everyone is." She hissed.
My eyes narrowed at her while she continued to stare off into space. Her eyes were either completely unreadable or they were just completely empty, but either way what she said wasn't acceptable by me. "What's that supposed to mean? You make it sound like you want to be eternally alone! What good would that do you?" I half shouted, causing her to refocus her attention back on me. I don't really understand why I was getting upset like this, but nonetheless I continued my rant. "Why would you want to be alone? According to what I have studied, humans need physical and mental contact with others in order to function properly." I stood up facing her while she did the same, both of our faces set in a deadly scowl, which did not waver in the slightest way.
"Constructing friendships with anyone would be nothing but a waste of my time!" She hissed, as she took a step away from me while I strolled closer to her, not letting her get away before she told me the reason behind her antisocial behavior.
"Why? Being alone isn't something anyone should want for themselves!"
"You wouldn't understand my reasoning behind it!" She shouted, and roughly pushed me away from her, which made me stumble a foot or two away. "Now go away!" She growled, and began stomping off into the direction we had just come from, but before she managed to get too far away I grabbed her wrist once more.
"You didn't answer my question, Katara. What is so wrong with having friends?" I asked, making sure to keep my voice as soft as possible, in hopes that she would calm down some and finally answer me. Her blue eye's though only seemed to harden at my words, while her scowl returned to her face at full force. "I'm not letting go until you tell me, you owe me that much." I probably should have kept my mouth shut, because my words only seemed to have angered her further, and out of the blue I felt my head snap sharply to the left as a throbbing sensation spread through my lower jaw. I instinctively dropped her wrist, and placed that hand on the corner of my lip, feeling a small wetness cover the tip of my middle finger. I pulled my finger away from my face, staring at the crimson liquid that shined slightly when the sun hit it, wondering to myself if I really was awake or if I was still back in my room sound asleep. I felt my face contort as I realized that I was indeed awake. "I'm...bleeding?" I questioned aloud to myself. How can I be bleeding from a punch that I received from a human girl? I'm supposed to be much more durable than a human, I'm an aristocrat vampire.
"I don't owe you anything, Blondie!" The voice pulled me out of my dazed state and back into the world of reality. "You're not my friend or family member, in other words I'm not obliged to tell you squat about me and my personal troubles. Now if you would excuse me, I have an exam to make up, Goodbye." The blue-eyed girl hissed dangerously, making me feel even more worthless than I already felt during that moment.
I watched dejectedly as she quickly scurried away back down the stone path. This girl is definitely much more complicated than what I thought before, I grumbled to myself as I slid down to my feet behind a few trees, feeling my eyes begin to droop as a consequence to my early arousal this morning. Perhaps this was all just a waste of time trying to solve the unsolvable. This girl obviously want's to be alone, why not let her. It's not my problem if she's miserable for the rest of her life, and why would I want a girl like her to fawn over me anyways? She's temperamental, cruel, violent, self-centered, and a good cook—WAIT—I don't care if she's a good cook or not, it still doesn't give her the right to hit me!
I shook my head to clear it, and to keep any more thoughts about Katara at bay as I began to really feel the effects of my sleep deprivation. I suppose a short nap wont hurt anyone, I murmured sleepily as I pulled my knees to my chest and let my head rest there gently. My breathing soon began to even as I fell into a light slumber...
"Hey...up...Hanabusa..." A voice called softly, though I couldn't really make out who it was, being that I was still mostly asleep, and that I could only here bits and pieces of what this person was saying. "Hello? Come...late." I was able to distinguish the gentle voice as a girl, who—as a matter of fact—sounded a lot like Yuki Cross. Then as her voice became clearer I began to hear another voice. This one was male, and an angry sounding male at that.
"Just kick him, he'll wake up then." The male voice stated blandly, then it finally hit me! This voice definitely belonged to that jerk Kiryu, and he wanted Yuki to kick me! My eyes shot open, and I was on my feet in two seconds flat, immediately turning to face Zero who glared darkly at me. "Finally, what were you doing on campus while Day Classes were still in session, Aidou?"
Just like Zero, always gets right to the point of things. I scratched my head thinking of a logical excuse to why they had found me napping under that tree just now. "Well you see—"
"What happened to your face, Hanabusa?" Yuki asked suddenly, while I felt my face flush slightly as I gently touched my lower cheek. "You have a bruise near the corner of your mouth, and your bottom lip is split open!" She stated compassionately, yet she still remained her normal energetic self. "Did you get in a fight with your cousin or something?"
I felt my cheeks heat up immensely as I remembered exactly what had transpired between me and Katara only hours ago, judging by where the sun is right at the moment. "NO! I clumsily fell out of a tree!" Okay that was probably one of the most ridiculous excuses I have ever come up with in my life, so the best course of action for me right then was to hightail it out there and back to the Moon Dorm as quickly as possible, and avoid any questions that they might have. "I gotta go, see you 'round, bye bye!" I replied hastily, and darted back towards the Night Class dorm.
I easily slipped passed the creepy guard guy, and made it inside the Dorm with a sigh of relief as I leaned tiredly against the door. Then I felt several pairs of questioning eyes on me. "Hello, stranger." I heard the cheerful voice of the Vice-president echo through the room. "Where've you been all day?" I opened my eyes to see a roomful of people, including lord Kuran, who were all dressed in the typical Night Class uniform, staring at me as if I had grown a second head or something. It was honestly beginning to creep me out just a little bit. Then I notice that Akatsuki wasn't amongst anyone in the room, and to my surprise I seen Ruka standing alone in the corner. Normally he's always with her, I wonder what the occasion is?
"Just walking around." I murmured, feigning a happy smile as I stood up, and straighten my clothing habitually while I started for the stairs, trying my best to avoid the eyes of the Dorm-president, hoping that he—just this once—wouldn't notice my lovely bruise and busted lip.
"Aidou," Came Kuran's calm and composed voice. I felt my body freeze the second I heard Lord Kuran utter my name. His voice just held so much authority, even when he said something as simple as my name, I had no choice but to listen to what he said. "You were bleeding recently, what happen?"
I turned to face him, while a fake smile spread across my face and thought of the perfect excuse. "Earlier to day while I was out on my walk, I managed to trip over a tree root since I was in a state of utmost tranquility, and when I hit the ground my tooth sunk into my lip splitting it open as such," I stated pointing to the gash on my lip. "Also, before you ask, this bruise is from a rock that I smashed against when I fell too."
"It seems to me that you've had an eventful day, but what will your fan girls think if they see that you've been injured?" Ichijo added smiling as per usual.
I waved my hand dismissing his statement. "They'd only swoon over me ten times more because I'm injured, or they won't even notice." I stated in a flamboyant manner as I climbed to the top of the stairs. "I need to change, I'll see everyone at the gate." I finished as I waved goodbye for the moment. I opened my door, a smile still spread widely on my face as I walked to my dresser to quickly change into my white uniform, and clean up my appearance some.
I was tightening my tie when I heard my door open and close impatiently. "Who is—"
"You went to bother that Day Class girl, didn't you!" Akatsuki more so stated rather than asked. I turned around to see my cousin casually leaning against the door with an expression of irritation lining his features. I merely stared at him for a second then feigned an innocent smile, which seemed to only cause the aura around him to darken further, along with a heavy set scowl forming on his features. My smile faltered and I glanced shamefully to the carpeted floor of our room. I've tried to lie to Akatsuki before, yet time after time he could tell. He could read me like a book, but what am I to expect from my best friend? "Hanabusa, why do you always feel the need to do something as stupid as this? You do realize that when you get caught up in your stupid antics you tend to drag me down along with you." He pinched the bridge of his nose, while his irritation level receded slightly. "Why are you so obsessed with getting this one girl to like you? You have plenty of other fan girls who fawn over you when they see your face on a picture. What makes this girl so special?"
I rubbed the base of my neck, laughing sheepishly. "Your guess is as good as mine, Akatsuki." I laughed again, but then my face contorted into a more serious expression. "On a more serious note, she seems different. She doesn't drool over me, or bend down and kiss the ground I walk on. The only way that I can describe her is that she is the complete polar opposite of all of my fan girls. What really makes her interesting is that she doesn't fall for my charms that all the other girls fall for." I stated in a wondering tone as I headed for the door, passing Akatsuki who grunted at my reply, but didn't push the issue any further.
We walked towards the gate where everyone else was already standing, listening to the loud shrieks on the other side, and Yuki's failed attempts at getting the psychotic fan girls to leave. Sometimes I pity poor Yuki because she is—for the most part—doing the perfect job alone, while Kiryu is skipping out somewhere. "Is the girl pretty in your opinion?" Akatsuki's voice asked indifferently, while pulling me out of my thoughts.
I felt my face turn bright red as I glared in his direction. Why on earth would he think that I would think a human girl is pretty. "Of course I don't think she's pretty!" I growled just a bit to loudly, gaining the attention of none other than Vice-president Ichijo Takuma.
"You never mentioned that you were crushing on someone, Hanabusa. So who's the lucky girl?" He asked cheerful as ever, easily throwing an arm over my shoulders since I was a bit shorter than him, not that I really cared that he was taller than I am. "I'd love to meet her."
I shrugged his arm off me and turned to face him. "I am not crushing on anyone, so there's no one for you to meet, Ichijo. Now drop it." I grumbled defensively, then turned around to meet the face's of my adoring fan's as the gates slowly began to open with a screech.
I briefly met Yuki's dejected reddish-brown eyes as she stepped out of the way to let us pass, and—as expected—Zero was nowhere in sight. At least when he's here, Yuki doesn't have to die trying to keep back the rampaging fan girls. All well, time to rile them up further anyways. "Good morning, Ladies!" I shouted over their voices, waving my hand as I began walking. "Don't you all look stunningly cute today!" As expected some of the girls fell over astounded by my statement. I mentally rolled my eyes at their ridiculous reaction just to a few words that I said. Then I seen a familiar lanky blonde-haired girl, the one from earlier, Yume I believe her name was. She stared at me with hearts in her eyes, practically screaming I Love You, but after a second she must have notice the bruise on my cheek as well as my split lip. Yume looked to the ground angrily doing a strangling motion, she had obviously put two and two together. Better fix this before she lets the rest of the fan girls know how I had gotten hurt, and gang up on Katara. I'm sure she could probably handle three or four of these girls on her own, but if she was surrounded by say, thirty, or forty, she'd be beaten senseless.
I walked over to her and gently lifted her chin to meet my eyes. Yume's face instantaneously flushed red as she nearly fell limp. "Your name is Yume, correct?" she nodded her head, obviously still in shock for me touching her. I lowered my lips to her ear and began to speak in a whisper, as well as covering the side of my mouth to keep anyone from reading my lips, which most women seem to be naturally gifted at doing. "I see that you put two and two together when you seen my face, but you and your two friends aren't going to say anything because that will stir up unnecessary trouble. If you do I would be very displeased. Also tell Aki and Naomi that if they say anything, I'll tell both Senri and Akatsuki their little secrets, since I heard your entire conversation earlier." I smiled dangerously at her as I pulled away, winking in the process. I watched as her face went from just a light blush to a flat out red, while she stared at me. Her eyes were wide and embarrassed now that she knew that I had heard what her friend said about me. I laughed lightly, as I bounded off back in to my place in line, as Yume grabbed both of her friends by their wrists and hustled out of there, nearly tripping several times.
"Was that the girl you keep obsessing over? If so, she seems just like any of your other fan girls. She's not at all different." Akatsuki mumbled soft enough so that I could only hear him, and not draw anymore unwanted attention from a certain, overly happy Vice-president.
"I'm not..." I stopped abruptly in my tracks, and my waving ceased. this action caused Akatsuki to bump into me slightly, yet I hardly noticed because of the ice-blue eyes that glared at me twenty or so feet away...
Author's Note: FINALLY! I'm done! My fingers wouldn't stop their typing! This is by far my longest chapter—which means it's more prone to errors (_)—but I really enjoyed writing it. It was quite fun to be able to control another character and change the perspective some. I'll try and keep this short—
Katara: *Shouts* BLONDIE SEEN MY UNDERWEAR?! How DARE you!
Hanabusa: You had Katara call me a PLAYBOY!
Katara: You are! You're a pervert too!
Hanabusa: *Flush* NO I'M NOT! I didn't mean to see your underwear, blame it on the random gust of wind!
Me: Calm down both of you—
Katara: …
Hanabusa: …
Katara: Lets kick her ass, Blondie!
Hanabusa: *Smirks* I'll be more than happy to oblige. *Rolls his sleeves up*
Me: Okay everyone is about to kill me, so I gotta go! I love all of you, and I'd love you even more if you review. Have a great day!