Rosario+Vampire, Its settings and characters are copyrighted to Akihisa Ikeda.

Original characters are copyrighted to me.

Crimson belongs to furryovrlord of fur affinity .net/user/furryovrlord

Entering the class room door, Jacob noticed that it was much the same as the previous classrooms he had been in. Rows of desks lined up one behind the other; students twisted and turned around in their seats calling out to each other though they were only a few feet apart.

Unsure what he was afraid of he relaxed and took a seat near the back of the room, Rummaging through his bag removing its contents in search of his headphones.

Jacobs head hit his desk, hard, he moaned both from the realisation that his headphones where on his tattered desk, and also with the pain now radiating from his forehead from his stupid action. Jacob's head came up the moment he heard a loud bang at the front of the room, all of his peers fell silent.

"Quiet!" a voice boomed "I am Trace Kamar, I will be your homeroom and English teacher." The owner of the voice sat behind the desk at the front of the room, Jacob could have sworn that it was just another student standing there, he was not much taller than Jacob, he was slender and had dark chin length hair and it covered half of his face, showing only one yellowish eye.

"You may call me Mr Kamar, or T.K nothing else, any questions?" he finished as he sat down. He reached under the desk and a noise of two draws opening was heard. "Ya' " Jacob called as he stood up, "This is a joke right? You're what, eighteen? Maybe nineteen? No way you're teaching." He finished.

Mr Kamar let out a slight laugh as his hand twitched something small ricocheted off the top of Jacob's head with great speed. Shocked Jacob fell into his seat.

"This is no joke I assure you. I am your teacher, and I was picked up after i graduated last year, NOT that i have to explain myself to you." Mr Kamar replied, putting his feet up on the desk and pushing his weight back onto his chair so it was only on its two back legs.

"Ok," he started, regaining his train of thought "Welcome to Youkai Academy, as you know this is a school for monsters" he continued, showing no interest in the subject. "Currently the humans are in control of the world so to say. To avoid conflict we decide to co-exist with them, and so, whilst learning here you are all to stay in your 'human form'" he used his fingers to quote the words "unless of course, a special situation arises. Another thing, all students are to keep their true form to themselves- I never understood this rule myself, I assume to avoid conflict, but never the less, it is to be abided by."

Jacob Chuckled having remembered yesterday, realising that he was already part of a rule breach. Unfortunately though, his thoughts were cut off as something hit his head again. "OUCH! HEY! That hurt, cut it out!" he called to the front of the room.

"Then keep it quiet! Now, where was i?" Trace asked, more to himself.
"Students should keep their true form to themselves- desu" called a young voice at the front of the room.

"Ah yes, now, all the staff and students here are monsters, and this school and its grounds are under a special barrier so we are unnoticeable to the humans. However if one manages to stumble upon us they are killed on the spot." Finished Mr Kamar

A low murmur broke out in the classroom, nothing interesting, just the discussion of the rules. Out the corner of his eye Jacob noticed a pink stream drift into the opposite classroom, followed shortly after by a loud scream of an oddly familiar voice.

"Ok, class starts now. You have one hour of creative writing, after which I will collect them up and use them to discern what level you are at." Mr Kamar stated "Now," he looked to his watch "begin." There was a loud ruffle of paper as all the students pulled books out of their bags followed by a constant scratching of pen across paper. Jacob decided to start the next chapter to much his much neglected fan-fiction, now with the time he tore through page after page of his messy scroll.

Time passed and eventually Mr Kamar- who had spent the majourity of the time rocking back and forth on his chair with a manga in one hand and a pen spinning in the other- called out for pens to be put down. He asked the class to number and tag their pages with their names and then have them passed forward. After four stacks of papers were put on his desk he dismissed the class without even looking up from his book.

As everyone left in their babble Jacob took his time packing his bag and checking once more for his headphones to no avail. Something move outside the window caught his attention, but all he saw was the tree outside, before looking away he noticed that one of the panels was slightly fogged, and there was a hand print on the chilled glass. It was too low to be from someone to be looking out of it. He shrugged and got up heading for the door.

"Hey, Jacob" He turned to his name. "This." Mr Kamar pointed to the bunch of papers in his hand. "This is very nice, I like what you did with the OC, is there any more?"
"Umm...Ahh...S-six more, online" Jacob stuttered, shocked that the teacher recognised his work.
"Here, and send me a link" Called Mr Kamar tossing something at Jacob again, though it landed lightly in his hand and not his head this time.

As it landed Jacob's hand wrapped around it swiftly shoving it in his pocket and left without a glance to what it was. He left the room back the way he had come, looking over his shoulder when he heard the high pitched cry of "Tsukune!" and saw the pink stream that had caught his attention before. It was the hair of a pale girl now clinging to a nervous boys arm, their eyes meeting Jacob gave a wave over his shoulder and called "Talk to you tonight" and continued to walk again.

After passing the door he had come through he realised he had no clue where the cafeteria was having missed the "tour" yesterday. After a few idle moments the weight on his shoulders seemed to grow, two tufts of his hair where being wrenched, turning his head to the left.

"MUSH!" came a small, laughing voice from behind Jacob, as two small feet kicked his chest.
"What the hell! Where did you come from little-"
"Ah-ah-ah none of the sass" chirped the voice from above cutting him off.
"Yes muuuum" he replied moving in the direction he was being yanked. Many eyes on him, their owners mouths gaping at the pair.

"Where did you come from anyway?" Jacob queried raising his head to see Hailey, who wrapped her arms around his neck, and felt something start dig into his sternum. His body's natural reaction was to harden itself, as he felt a warm sensation that started to trail down his stomach. "Ouch, that hurts" he commented, continuing to walk, jumping a little to try and hit Halley's head on the top of the door frame.

"I jumped down" Halley stated like it was obvious, as she ducked at the attempt to hurt her. Halley directed Jacob through the fluid crowd with sharp tugs of his now thinning hair till they found a table with only one occupant, who when it looked up they saw was Crimson. Several chips were hanging out of his mouth, which fell as he observed Halley vault over Jacobs head and land on the seat In front of him.

"Halley, did you know there are holes in your socks?" Jacob asked looking away as he took a seat.
"That was your fault, did you know you're bleeding everywhere" She replied in the same tone giving a casual and loose gesture to Jacobs.

"Shit, she's right what happened?" Asked Crimson then leaning closer to Jacob whispered "How did you teach her to do that jump thing?"
"I wish I could train her, and she stabbed me" answered Jacob.
"You two are idiots, I'm going to get something to eat." Halley sighed as she was absorbed into the crowd. Jacob swore he could hear her mumble something like 'Stupid dogs.'

"Damn, She's fiery," Laughed Crimson "That looks pretty bad, are you ok?" he pointed to the two long deep red lines that ran down Jacobs shirt.
Jacob looked at them then buttoned up his jacket which covered most of it.

"Yeah I'm fine, she really dug her heels in" Jacob laughed. "So what do you have next?" he asked as he took a handful of chips stuffing them into his mouth before Crimson could stop him.
"Looks like some kind of study hall, though it doesn't seem like there is any point, no work to catch up on." Crimson said poking around his plate rolling the remains of his lunch around on it.
"Hey, i do too, I'm sure we'll think of something to do" said Jacob and they both lighten up.

There was a loud scoffing as Halley returned with a tray of food. "You two, think? This i HAVE to see to believe." Halley placed a bowl of overly salted chips down in front of her and sat down "And sorry, but I don't expect it to happen."

Crimson speared several chips with his fork eyeing them greedily, after they entered his mouth, he started to cough. Jacob curiously took several into his mouth ad immediately his eyes started to water. A little less greedily now both boys continued to eat, one chip at a time trying to ignore the salty torture imparted upon their tongues.

"So, Shorty what's your next class?" chirped Crimson who's head sat lazily in his hands, over-emphasizing his chewing.
"Study hall, like you idiots" she looked up and gave Crimson a huge grin "And if you call me that again you will hurt" Continued Halley pleasantly.
Jacob missed the rest of the rest of the conversation. He was looking out the window, noticing again only a single pain of glass fogged up, his mind drifted through different ideas of the cause. He was brought back to reality by the clatter of a knife hitting their table which had for some reason, connected with Crimson's head, and had left him laughing.

"Its five minutes to, we should get going" stated Jacob as he rose from his seat. The other two followed suit and headed for the door, Crimson and Halley continuing to bicker.

The three entered a room much the same as the cafeteria taking seats and all three taking out books. Jacob continued to write his fan fiction; Halley's pen flew swiftly across her page, Crimson leaning back on his chair with pen between his nose and lip.

After a ten or so minutes things changed, Halley and Crimson had started to play a game of rock, paper, scissors, but there was a twist, between them was a hard cover book and a folded magazine, whoever won the rock off got to hit the other over the head with the magazine, the loser got to use the book as a shield. Crimson was losing...badly.

A flash of purple caught Jacob's attention out the corner of his eye, and he noticed another fogged pane of glass, He got up and started towards the window. "Hey where are you going?" Crimson called in a low and quiet tone.
"Outside for a minute" Was all Jacob said before he threw himself out the window