Well, here I am again with another chapter. I haven't forgotten about this story; it's just been a while since I've updated. But none of that matters now. Point is I got another chapter done, so there. As a reminder, I don't own any of the characters used in the series, except for the OCs. Please read, review, and enjoy.

Chapter 13: Raging Bull

"So is now a good time to start explaining?" Zelos asked, glancing over Mozart's shoulder nervously as he laid Lafayel down on the white bed in the nurse's room. She lay there breathing slowly in her unconscious state with her brother and the ever-present Zelos hovering over her.

"Give me a moment," Mozart told him as he shifted through the medical supplies for a bandage for the cut on Lafayel's face. The nurse was conveniently gone so he had to improvise. He knew a bit of medial knowledge from reading, but never had any desire to become a doctor so putting on bandages was his medical limit. Mozart peeled off the back of the large Band-Aid and put it on Lafayel's face, staring down at his sister with tired eyes. "Alright, what do you want to know?"

"Uh…why she suddenly snapped and began beating up those guys? First she was normal and then she was…crazy…" Zelos paused, his eyes darting to Lafayel nervously.

"That…well…it's a secret in our family…" Mozart said pushing his glasses up.

"Ok…does that mean that you'll have to kill me or something?" Zelos attempted a joke and Mozart gave him a look that Zelos didn't know what to make of. "So…what's this secret?"

"Well…ever since Lafayel was little…she's had this condition…" Mozart began, trying to find the right words to say. It was obvious that he really didn't want to tell Zelos, but had no other choice. "We don't know when it really started or what triggered it really…"

"Are you gonna tell me what this 'condition' is instead of dragging this along?" he snapped.

"Yeah…Lafayel has a tendency to just loose it at the sight of blood," Mozart told him.

"Loose it how?" Zelos had a faint idea, but he couldn't quite understand what Mozart was explaining.

"Normally she's not a violent person, but if she sees blood, whether it's blood in a movie or in real life, she'll suddenly become violent and uncontrollable until the adrenaline wears off. Sometimes these spurts last minutes and others hours, but in the end there's nothing anyone can do about it. The only way to keep this from happening is to keep her away from the sight of blood."

"I bet that hasn't been easy, doing that all these years," Zelos pointed out.

"It hasn't been easy. I let my guard down thinking that things would be easier here and wasn't looking after her as carefully as I should have…" Mozart trailed off, remorse filling his voice.

"Have you tried seeing a doctor about her condition?"

"Only the best and nothing can be done since technically they can't find anything wrong with her." Mozart let out a sigh and leaned against the wall next to Lafayel's bed, slipping his glasses heavily off his face.

"So…what now?" Zelos asked, fumbling for words.

"Now…? We just make sure that it doesn't happen again. And since I've told you this, you'd better not tell anyone," the teacher warned.

"Why should I not tell anyone?" Zelos's eyes darted from Lafayel to Mozart questioningly.

"Because, it's a secret and because I told you to. Do it for Lafayel's sake if anything."

"Does…she know…that she has this condition?"

"Not really…I'm sure she has a faint idea, but she doesn't remember anything after going into a rage," Mozart said; the stress on his face made him look older.

"Why?" It was a simple enough question that contained so much weight to it.

"How would you feel if you knew that you'd loose control just by seeing the sight of blood? If you knew that you weren't exactly normal? If you knew that you could end up hurting people you care about, how would that make you feel?" Mozart asked, rubbing a faint scar on his wrist. Zelos's eyes fell on it, having noticed it for the first time. It was jagged and slightly lumped, a sign that it was old and had never healed right. He wondered where Mozart had gotten such an ugly scar. A fight perhaps, he thought to himself, but didn't ask.

"But is that really for you to decide?" Zelos lifted his gaze to the teacher's face.

"No, but it's my job to protect her. I'm her older brother after all. It's my job to carry her burdens so that she doesn't have to. It may seem selfish to you, but in the world we come from not everyone will be willing to help you out."

What does he mean by "in the world we come from"? Zelos thought, but didn't ask.

"So what do we do now-?" He stopped talking as Lafayel stirred, her eyes fluttering open meekly. "Lafayel!"

She turned at the sound of his voice, blinking slowly. "What…? Where am I?" she asked groggily and pulled herself up.

"Easy, take it easy," Mozart told her gently, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder. "You're in the nurse's office."

"Why?" she asked and looked up at him.

"You collapsed in the school courtyard," Mozart said. Zelos couldn't help but noticing how smoothly Mozart was able to avoid the details of Lafayel taking out the six who attacked her. He must have had years of experience in lying to her, Zelos thought.

"I did?" Lafayel touched her injured cheek and flinched at the pain. She opened her mouth to ask where she had gotten the wound then realized that she must have fallen. "Hopefully I didn't cause you any trouble."

"No worries," Mozart told her with a smile. "You should rest a bit before going back to class."

"I'm fine…"

"You sure?" Mozart asked her, watching her cautiously as she slid her legs out of the bed.

"Positive-" The door to the nurse's office suddenly swung open a man in a white coat stumbled in, his eyes falling on Lafayel.

"Hello there, beautiful! Let me heal you with my loving embrace!" the man cried, lunging for her with arms extended towards her.

"Who are you?" Lafayel cried, reflexively preparing to take an offensive stance.

"Dr. Shamel!" a shout came out and flash of silver shot into the room and tackled the man. "Stop harassing Vivace, you pervert!" Gokudera shouted, holding down the struggling doctor.

"Oh, it's just you," Dr. Shamel sighed, glaring at Gokudera with disgust. "Would you kindly not touch me? I don't like being touched by men; I only like the touch of a beautiful young women." Shamel tried to squirm away from the violent silver-haired mafia boy as if he had a disease. The doctor turned and suddenly spotted Lafayel who watched him with wary eyes.

"Oh no…not this guy…" Zelos muttered, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

"I knew that I sensed a pretty lady here. I'm Shamel, lovely-chan. And what might your name be?" the doctor pushed Gokudera away roughly, jumping to his feet to greet Lafayel.

"Don't get near him, Lafayel! He's a pervert!" Gokudera warned.

"Gokudera-kun…you shouldn't have run off like that…" Tsuna came panting into the room, leaning against the doorway like a limp sack.

"Here I thought it was another pretty girl…but it's just you…" the doctor sighed heavily, his eyes hooded with disinterest.

"Lafayel-san, are you ok?" Tsuna asked her, staring at her with round worried eyes.

"That was amazing what you did, Vivace!" Gokudera suddenly exclaimed, turning to her with adoring eyes. "The way you beat those guys up was amazing!"

"What? What are you talking about? I didn't beat anyone up," Lafayel protested as her eyes widened with shock. "Where in the world did you get that idea?"

Uh oh! Zelos thought realizing that others had seen Lafayel's confrontation with the bullies and she was soon going to realize that something was up and was going to piece together everything.

This isn't good, Mozart thought, formulating a plan to stop Gokudera from talking.

"Don't be so modest," Gokudera said, taking her denial as modesty, "you totally killed their butts. I guess that's to be expected of a Vivace."

"Vivace you say?" Dr. Shamel grinned, eyes lighting up at the name. "Well, I never thought Nero's daughter would be so cute. So, do you have any sisters?"

"Well we've got to be going now. Can't have you late to class now," Mozart said, grabbing Lafayel's arm and dragged her from the room.

Good call, Mozart, Zelos breathed a sigh of relief as the bell rang.

"Wait! Vivace-!" Gokudera called, but Lafayel had already left.

"Hey, Mozart?" Lafayel asked, turning to her brother as he dragged her along through the hallway choked with people. "What did he mean when he said I 'killed their butts'?" Her eyes swam with worry at Gokudera's unsettling words. "Who's butts did I kill? What is he talking about?"

"Nothing. He's just being an idiot, like that doctor fellow," Mozart assured her.

"He knows about our father. What're going to do?" Lafayel asked.

"Don't worry about it," he told her calmly. "I'll handle it. Believe it or not I know Dr. Shamel a bit. Now, you go to class and we'll discuss this when you come home."

She left it at "ok" and walked to class, ignoring the Zelos that followed her down the halls.

Something weird is defiantly going on. And I'm not just saying this because it's a feeling; I know something is going on. Not only were Mozart and Zelos acting strange, but Gokudera kept spouting something about me killing people's butts. It didn't sit well with me because I have no idea what he was talking about even though he kept insisting that I beat up those guys Zelos and I ran into. I didn't beat anyone up. I couldn't do that, could I? This wouldn't be the first time that something like this has happened. But if something had happened Mozart would have told me…wouldn't he? Nothing I making sense anymore.

All I know is that my cheek hurts.

I thought this feeling would pass once I got to class, but I was wrong. Everyone was staring at me. That I didn't imagine either. Everyone was defiantly staring at my classmates seemed to looking at me like I was a freak or something. Maybe I had something on my face or maybe it's a new version of singling out the new kid.

I need to ask Mozart what really happened when I get home tonight. I have the

feeling that he wasn't telling me the whole truth. It'd be best if I didn't think about that right now, my brain hurts too much thinking about everything. I'll just have to work on autopilot the rest of the day, going through the motions of school and work.

I sat through class, just staring at my textbook, dazed. I was vaguely aware of people around me trying to talk to me, or the fact that they were staring. I didn't even hear the explosion outside that would have normally have startled me; I just casually glanced at it.

"Sensei, Ash is fighting with his Pokémon again," someone behind me said. "Also Bianchi-sensei is chasing after her ex again. Oh and it looks like Natsu and Gray are fighting again." Out of the corner of my eye I saw a pillar of fire shoot up and then a wall of ice. The two collided, causing an explosion of steam. Outside, a half-naked black haired guy and a pink haired guy with a scarf were going at it, attacking each other with fire and ice. Obviously those two didn't seem to like each other very much. Why was the one guy only in this underwear? Isn't that illegal?

"Looks like they'll need to repair the grounds again then," Lilly sighed, teetering on the stood that he stood on. "Stupid idiots. Erza will deal with them."

"Oooh, those two are gonna get it once Erza gets them," Masaomi Kida jeered, a grin on his face. I have no idea who Erza was and, judging by the way Masaomi was jeering, I probably didn't want to know.

Oddly enough, Lilly was a cat; a talking cat to be exact. I don't understand by a cat is teaching a class, much less how it can talk. Nevertheless, here he is, a tiny black cat dressed in a small suit holding a piece of chalk to the blackboard, teaching a class. I heard someone say that he isn't really tiny, but that he is really a giant cat that stands taller than any man.

I've given up trying to comprehend things in this place and this doesn't surprise me.

Class continued with Natsu and Gray shouting outside, the sounds of fighting just becoming background noise. Soon a third voice joined and silence the two fighting men. I looked over the window to see a crimson-haired woman storm out, dressed in a blue gym suit, advancing towards the now cowering Natsu and Gray. That must be Erza then. She must be quite frightening if she could get to angry guys to cower on the spot. Erza grabbed the two by their hair and began dragging them back towards the school building. Natsu and Gray were squirming in the fierce woman's grip. I wouldn't want to be them; Erza looked like she was going to skin them alive.

Yet another weird person. This school is just full of them.

Suddenly my phone vibrated in my pocket, shattering my thoughts about the people at the school. Who would be texting me at this time of the day? Curious, I propped it up behind my text book.

"Oooh, Lafayel's texting in class. Such a naughty girl," Zelos sang under his breath. I turned on him with a steely glare. How I had managed to end up in this class with him and right next to him must have been a turn of bad luck.

"Like you're any better, Wilder," Usui Takumi told him, sitting a desk behind Zelos. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair as he slumped against his desk. "You're always texting girls on your phone and always get caught by the teacher."

"Yeah, so? It's not like you haven't texted in class," Zelos shot.

"I stopped cause I didn't want the prez to beat me up," Usui said with a chuckle. "You know how Misaki gets about rule breakers. She's almost as scary as Hibari."

"Oh yeah…Don't remind me." Zelos's face scrunched up as he suddenly remembered something bad.

"Come to think of it, Misaki-chan's demon-like strength reminds me of you, miss transfer student." Usui turned to me.

"What? I have no idea what you're talking about," I replied, perplexed.

I didn't notice Zelos go pale. He opened his mouth to say something but the bell cut him off. That was my signal to leave and I left as fast I could, bolting out of the room before anyone had a chance to move. Finally, I could breath without being choked by all those stares.

As I left the school building, I checked my text. It was from Zack, saying that he wanted me to report to work right away. Must have been important for him to text me at school. Good, some work will distract me until I get home.

Someone behind me called my name, but I just kept running down the sidewalk, in a hurry to grab my bike and start work.

The cut on my check was stinging as my pulse quickened, reminding me of a hazy memory that flickered to the surface of my brain. Usui's comment added to Gokudera's earlier one began to mess with my mind. I had no doubt now that something was up and I was determined to find out what and put a stop to all this. But, a deep part of me didn't want to find out what was going on.

I was a tiny bit afraid of what I might find out.

Just as a heads up, I have no idea when I'll be able to update again. Hopefully soon now that the semester is almost over. While waiting, check out some of the other stories I've written (that i'm also meaning to update but haven't gotten around to yet).