So... Yeah... It's been awhile. To say the least. I'm so sorry, but this is proof that I'm getting back on track! Thanks for all the support. I lost my poor poor computer, smashed to bits, poor thing. So now i'm writing off my iPad, and oh hot damn, this is so beyond annoying. I must say, i will never. Never. never. neverrrrrr take the automatic capitalizing of the i that was alway in word ever again. But yeah, without further adieu...

There's this silly side effect that comes along with being a demon, even if you're an angel as well. In this world of humans and not-so-much-humans, it doesn't matter what side you're on, it only matters what stereotyped category you fall under. This silly side effect, is that people tend to hate your guts. Even if they don't realize it, they still unconsciously, unknowingly, unwillingly, hate your fricken guts.

Now, this wouldn't be so bad if you didn't care, which is why I always stuck to myself before, but now I'm stuck in a slightly different situation, and it bites. Fork in hand, I desperately defend my right to keep my trap shut and eat my cheesy surprise in peace.

It wasn't that hard to believe that things would turn bad, but I guess there was this little hope somewhere deep within my tainted soul that things would be different. I wished that the twins and I could become some hybrid family that would live by silencing the impurities that reside in the world both around and within us. I wished that these three boys, no matter how ignorant to the world they were, could become my companions somewhere down the line. I wished that there were other people like Shirō, and that the guy with purple hair didn't have ninjas stalking me. I wished that people would overlook those stereotypes, but people would never do that.

"I will avenge them," he says through gritted teeth, clenching a sports drink with both hands. I refuse to look beyond his rough and all too threatening grip, in fears of attracting his cooped up rage. I don't really know what happened, but Bon went off after Konekomaru timidly asked why I came to the academy. I didn't even have to come up with an answer before the burly man took full control of the room with his harsh rantings. Within a moment the smaller boy and I were pressed against the opposite wall in awe at the sudden tension radiating from Mr. Two Tones.

Tremors speed through my body as he speaks and I keep my eyes low. Suddenly the food on my plate is beyond unappetizing. This boy hates me, and he doesn't even know it. Satin took his everything on what he refers to as the Blue Night. I understand why it's referred to as blue without him even telling me. It's the devils flame. Something that I used to hide under my orphanage sheets at night. I understand that it was wrong to leave the room in the morning. His voice booms and I sink further into the wall, trying not to wince.

"I think you're frightening off the pretty girl Bon," Shima smoothly intervened. The tension in the room lightened a bit as he brought Bon out of his miniature rampage. Pinky seemed far too accustomed to this occurrence, or this subject I guess. After a moment Specks leaves his place from the wall to rummage through a bag or something; Shima nonchalantly joins him. They both seemed very accustomed to this. That thought scares me.

"We're out. Bon you want anything? I'm heading to the shop to grab some drinks." Pinky glances up at Bon and grabbs his jacket. Is he serious? He's just leaving? Konekomaru adjusts his glasses and edges towards the door. They're nuts. They're both completely nuts. They're going to leave me alone with this tyrant? I edge my plate onto a shelf and cross my arms behind my back, resting them between the wall and the curve of my back. I'm consciously making my stance one of weakness as supposed to the overture hostile beast that is trying to take control of my body. It's telling me to run, to fight, but i know that wouldn't help.

"Miki? Are you good?" The tension is his question remains from before and I quickly nod. Bon shakes his head 'no' and I chance a glance at his eyes. They convey a sorrow that doesn't come across in his voice. Theres a sudden pain in my chest thats far softer than any other pain I've experienced there. Not a pain of loss, or of sorrow, but, just something else.

Stunningly they leave and I'm trapped with Bon between me and the door. Again I won't look in his eyes, I can't look into his eyes. It's so confusing, I can't take this. Why did I come here?

He doesn't move and neither do I. A new tension builds, but surprisingly it's not unwelcome. I try not to think about sterotypes as I assess his stance, and maintain my own.

"I'm sorry." The pain had reached his vocal chords now. I don't respond. There's this weird feeling in the air. "I like your hair." I scoff at this, and manage a glance at his face. He suddenly looks like a little teddybear. A scruffy teddybear with piercings, but small and childlike all the same. I want to make this right. I want to prove to him that I'm not a monster.

"So am I." You don't know why, but I'm sorry Bon. Sorry I've caused you pain. I don't mean to cause people pain. I don't want to cause you pain. I'm sorry.

"I know." He smiles.

Damn, whats he thinking?