Kisa stepped into the room, greatful for the tiger's help in getting back to the school. If she had walked the entire way, she would have turned into a tiger from sheer exaustion.

Briar had seemed shocked and mildly pleased when she had arrived back at the school. "Yes, you certainly have enough talent, and Frost's cell is missiong one member. . . . " he muttered cryptically to himself. Then, to her, he said, "Ki, you will be part of Frost's Cell. He'll have you filled in by this weekend. I hope that you can pull it off."

He pulled a small pad of paper from a pocket in his black suit and sqribbled down a quick message in an unfamilar squirpt. "This will explain things to him," he told her while showing her down a dark hallway. He handed her the note outside a black door.

The door's color matched the walls perfectly and there was no handle and practically no seams. Kisa would have walked right by it if Briar hadn't stopped her.

He put his hand to the door and a quick green light scrolled down, reading his hand print. "Ki Souma," he said. He reached over and pulled her left hand up and placed it next to his own hand. "Cell one, Commander Frost. Year 13. Ability rating 5." A short beep sounded and he let go of her hand.

"Frost has white blond hair. You can't miss him. Get some sleep," he ordered. And don't worry about anything until tomorrow." He turned and walked away, although to Kisa's untrained eyes, he appeared to vanish.

She stood for a long moment in the hallway. He had given her the codes to open the door, hadn't he? But she still didn't know how it worked. 'Maybe if I just put my hand back. . . . ' she thought, raising her right hand and pressing it to the door in the same spot as before.

Nothing happened. She tried several more times with the same results. Weary in spite of her ride through the swamp, Kisa leaned against the door. Eventually someone would have to come out.

The door slid open without a sound, and she was nearly spilled into the arms of a scowling black haired teenager. In fact, if he hadn't moved she would have been exposed for what she was right then and there.

"Just what do you think your doing?" he demanded. His skin was pale white against the darkness of the school, but his eyes were like buring black pits.

"I - I . . . . . . " she began, but her voice failed her.

His look of scorn increased. "Are you lost?" he demanded softly and threatenly. He stepped foreword, causing her to move backwards.

Kisa straightened up as she moved back. She couldn't let anyone know that she was a girl, and boys didn't get pushed around like this. . . . . . did they? "I'm not lost. I'm a member of Commander Frost's Cell. I'm supposed to stay in this room." She was surprised that she could keep her voice even.

"Name," the black haired boy demanded softly with a raised eyebrow.

"Ki Souma," she murmured.

"Well, Ki. . . I'm Drake Wysta, year 15, rating 23. You, are nothing, and a disgrace to Frost's Cell. Having you for competition. . . . . . . . . it's like taking candy from a baby. . . .way . . . too. . . . easy." He smirked. "You're pathetic. You don't even know your year or level, do you?"

Kisa kept quiet, watching him walk away before stepping into the room. Drake seemed to despise her already and she hadn't even been an official student for more then two hours.

The inside of the room wasn't what she had expected at all. The floor was covered in tiny black and silver tiles set in an intricate pattern that didn't seem to have a purpose. The walls were painted a matte black and dulled the senses immeadiatly. There were no windows, and the air grate was black and silver. There were three bunk beds made on ebony wood. A heavy curtain of black beads hung down blocking the sleeping occupants from view completely.

Kisa took a step foreword, her shoes making a slight scoffing noise on the tiled floor and her shoulder brushing against one of the beaded curtains. The crystal clear sound of bells filled the room. The beads were actually tiny black bells.

Kisa was staring at the bed directly in front of her, trying to decided what to do about the noisey bells when without a sound the bell curtains on the bed parted.

A tall dark haired boy with green eyes stepped out, a small dagger in his hand. "Name yourself or die," he said softly.

Kisa didn't say anything for a moment. She was too surprised that he had just pushed the curtains aside without a sound. He stopped moving directly in front of her and Kisa gasped in surprise.

"Kis. . . . Ki Souma," she repeated, not being startled enough to give away her real name. "I'm supposed to give this to Commander Frost," she added, holding up the slip of paper, but snagging it out of his reach before he could grab it.

"Ryu. . . . I'm the Commander for Cell 2. If you're Frost's new member, then your bunk is over there on top," he said. He turned away from her and vanished back into his bunk.

Kisa didn't know what to do, so she slipped into her bed, setting the tiny bells chiming.

"You know. . . . " a voice bellow her commented. "If it were permitted, I'd kill you for making so much noise. Can't you tell that some people are trying to sleep?"

Ryu's voice cut through the bell tinged silence. "I won't have you threatening Frost's third, Konimitsu," he warned.

There was no more conversation after that.

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Author's notes;

That's Chapter Two. I'm trying to keep them from getting too long. How was the lengh on that chapter? Please Review me! I like knowing what everyone thinks, and as long as one person wants it, I'll have the next chapter up in no time at all.

Thanks for reading,
Kissa-chan