The next day, school had continued as normal, It was a Tuesday.
"There has been talk, about you." He still had his head to the desk, Sleeper was the only relevant thing in the class, hew knew Tristan would listen.
With his hands muffling outwards noise, he asked what it meant.
"Of what?" They were in the very back of the classroom, and the students in front continued to ignore them. As always.
"Some students saw you leaving the occult club yesterday. Lowly boys think you've defiled the two 'queens' of the school." Sleeper emphasized queens, a show of disgust that this way of thinking exists. No reaction from Tristan, but he knew what he meant by 'queens'.
He was a victim of their capitalism.
"Meanwhile peasant love-struck girls like to think that you've..."
"What."
"Been influencing the 'prince' of this school." Sleeper turned his ringed, sleepless eyes towards the squire. Meanwhile Tristan had looked from the corners of his black eyes.
"Do not believe common-folk like them." Tristan scoffed, let his head fall into his hands.
"Of course not, you know that I'm not like them...
"...we both are." Sleeper retreated his eyes into the darkness he creates with his arms, returning to his moments of non-despair.
He released a low grunt, for what reason, however remains to be determined. Perhaps you may figure this out?
Soon enough, the bell rang, and Tristan proceeded to the roof like he always did. Mayhaps the brilliant light of the sun will purge his eternal sadness.
The squire had reached for the final door after the flight of stairs, yet he was stopped as he proceeded outdoors, by a small group of foolhardy girls. They had awaited his appearance, tempt on lending their vicious opinion about recent events.
"You! Foreigner! How dare you defile Kiba's presence with yourself!" A girl with brown hair started her insults.
"She's right you know. Scum like you shouldn't be hanging around people like Kiba, or any of his friends. Just get back in your place as a nobody!" Another pointed right at him. Yet his face remained as stone.
"Yeah! You should just go and jump off this building right now! No one will care it's just you after all!Besides, everyone wants you to do it!" It seems this one was the most butthurt.
"Yeah, do it!"
"Jump off!"
"Kill yourself!" They all continued laughing. It, however seems that it was the slightest bit contagious.
"Heh." With a low grunt, passing as inwards laughter, Tristan turned around.
"When we tell you to do something, you do it..." From behind, one of the three continued, apparently finished with her fit of laughter.
There were more girls from her faction, they just exited the door, and blocked the passage.
At least there was sunlight here.
"Think, idiot, wouldn't you be doing everyone here a favor by just killing yourself right now?" The same girl was quick with a follow up. For sure. With a point to the horizon.
The new girls attempted to push him closer to the rickety fence, and by extension the ledge of the building. The squire was a solid unit, however.
After moments of pushing and groaning about how strong his lean figure was, the six girls resorted to other methods to fell him.
They reared their fists at him.
At that point, however, the door opened.
"Hey, hey, just who's friend of a friend do you think you're pickin' a fight with? Damn fools!" The person looked like a thug, but had definitely been seen once or twice in the school. The thug-student put his knuckles in his hands, ready to destroy. Beside him, Sleeper leaned against the wall of the building, looking up towards a corner.
"Now, if you girls don't want my boys to violate you, then scram, n' tell your friends to stay 'way from him from now on." Thug cackled in anticipation.
The girls widened their eyes in thought of a possible, undesirable outcome. They quickly left without a word, only hateful glares. Once they were gone, Thug's face softened, into a more innocent one expression
"I look forward to doing business again with you, Isogai, I will take my leave now." Tristan had never seen such a change in persona happen so quickly. Might he have the soul of another within his body? Sleeper turned from the corner to the squire's simple, expressionless eyes, before retreating down the stairwell.
'That is one.' Sleeper said.
HERE
Returning to the his apartment after an uneventful schooling day, Tristan lay on the bed he graciously shared with his companion. Eria has been awfully solemn lately, she wasn't as boisterous in her 'rule' as she usually is, instead remaining dormant and keeping comfortably close. She growled no more. She shared in whatever they two ate, instead of making a mess of it instantly.
Currently Eria was right next to Tristan, under the blanket, as close as she could be to his body. She lay down silently, the only movements where the slow rise and fall in breath, showing whenever their chests similarly rose and fell.
It was an early night, as it should be. His performance in the rating game was not without it's costs, which requires a large amount of hours asleep to recover from.
But the scarred right hand would remain, a miracle that none had seen it yet. It looked like something that was easily noticed, but then again, there is no person in recent events who placed their attention on him long enough for them to notice the branch-like marks on his right. If his sister saw this scar she would assume it derived from a sharp, branch like object, and re-teach all she knew about staying nimble, as well as her own affection, with dominating hugs, and little nibbles of the flesh.
He hoped that when it was discovered, it would not create such a fuss. Regardless of whether a trendy topic will occur because of this scar, school would still remain the same. He would answer questions with outlandish answers such as "I touched a poisonous root, and pulled my hand away, but the poison still burned me." or one such as "Because you looked at it."
Feeling restless, Tristan awoke from a short sleep, Eria was asleep, or uncaring, but now rests at his head, warm fur face nuzzled against flesh in a display of affection, and gratitude for the past actions that saved her life. His eyes felt like they haven't rest in days, but he's been doing just that. The squire sat up on the bed, leaving Eria to her peace, being the one closer to the wall. With a rub of the eyes, vision became clear to the squire, he looked out the window to see a crescent moon.
Casting his eyes downwards, chasing movement, Tristan caught a black cat, looking through its golden eyes, at his black irises. Eastern adaptation of animals certainly seemed drastic.
This one had two tails, swinging slowly behind it.
With another rubbing of the eyes, the cat remained, looking neutrally with the double-tails behind swaying in the nighttime.
Thinking it an unfortunate stray, seeking precious shelter, Tristan moved to the windowsill.
The cat disappeared from the square of the windowsill, for one reason or another, the feline rose on four furry legs, and plodded away. With a lowly sigh, the squire lowered his hand away from the lock on the window, and turned towards the bed. Seems that tonight will be one of awaiting the return of glorious rest.
But, only a little while after heading off, the black cat returned, to have another look at her 'target'.
'So that's him? He looks kind of cute! I've got to be careful though, he comes from the elusive land!'
'Oh how much fun we'll have together!' The cat thought many things about the Lordran squire.
'I'll make you worship me!'
HERE
Wednesday came early. He passed his morning ritual, already at the school gates, before just about every girl and boy kept their distance between him to at least out of looking range. The girls for a rumor of his affiliation with a less-than-friendly gang outside of school. The boys stayed away purely because if they were associated with him in any way, it would ruin their abysmal hopes of being with a girl.
Besides if it weren't for that rumor, then why would they speak to him.
A violent shake on his shoulder shook him from his thoughts, turning around, Tristan met with the designated 'angel-friend', Irina Shidou. She seemed a little upset.
"You're not actually with that gang are you? They do terrible things, like kidnap girls, hurt kids, and even more! You're not actually...are you?" She looked quite sad, almost tearing up.
"That was just a rumor, it is not true." His deep voice came through, and Irina raised her head, with a little glimmer in her eyes, but she was cleaning up.
"W-well of course! You're a little strange, but you won't do that!" She wipe her eyes a little, then placed her hands on her hips once again.
"Well...I won't hold you up any longer now! Thanks for clarifying!" She then jogged into the building ahead of me, and disappeared around a corner.
Now if only the rest of the student body could believe that. People believe what they want to believe, it seems.
This is obviously the work of the girls who had threatened him the day before. He was shoved in a corner though, the girls wanted him to die, so much so that it allowed them the use of using their fists. If he had reacted similarly, the girls would act as a collective and rat him out, potentially forcing him back to Lordran.
He would not return as a failure. That would be actions only a true, proper CASUL would achieve.
Also, his sister would punish him in her own twisted ways, having given her a reason to play with him, even if the method has changed over time.
The squire recovered his materials for the first period, even though he imagined that he would not use it. Mathematics was a lost cause. Just like smothered hope.
"I'm sure you've heard by now..." Sleeper was still facing his desk.
"I could've handled that." Tristan looked from the corner of his eyes.
"It seemed like they wanted to push you off...I only came to help a friend." Sleeper's voice was laced with pretend friendlyness.
"Well, next time, keep our relationship in this room, outside however, we're strangers." The squire's low voice revealed his intent.
"Unless you know it will not end badly for me, don't do it..." Tristan turned his head slightly to emphasize it's importance.
"Fine then..." He cackled eventually, however.
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