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It was finally the weekend, everyone was running around Hogwarts, talking about their teachers, picking on other students, and gossiping as if the world was ending tomorrow and they needed to expose everything they ever knew about anyone. Many of the first and second years were exploring the school, and hearing the tales of twin brothers with hair of flames who flew out of the school on their brooms, after getting caught for a multitude of pranks. They, of course, now ran the joke shop that had opened in Diagon Alley. Luna Lovegood was drifting all over the school, holding the newest edition of the Quibbler upside-down, while the red-haired Ginny was steering her away from various statues and wherever Peeves was lurking. Neville was still jumping for joy for getting his Gryffindor card. He told the story about how he got it: especially since it was free and he didn't leave out the part when Hagiri simply threw it on the floor like it was nothing. And it was only nine in the morning.
"So, Mitarai, how's it going with Captain Peroxide?" Yana asked as soon as he saw the blond-haired boy turn the corner. Hagiri kicked the back of Yana's leg swiftly, causing him to fall down. "Ow! Jeez, Hagiri, would it kill you to be nice for once?"
"Yes, it would." He said, monotone. He turned to Mitarai, whose sad blue eyes grew cold suddenly. "I saw that bird go to you."
"Umi? Yeah, he brought the chocolate, some water, and a knife. Mr. Sensui said he was sure you came well prepared." Mitarai said.
"He said that?" Kaitou asked.
"Yeah, he just used much bigger words." He smiled, forcing Hagiri to fight back a smirk.
Asato clapped both of them on the back, "Well, I see the feuding couple has made up." He walked a few steps in front of them when a chill shot down his spine. He immediately turned on his heel, sending his right foot dragging on the ground until it got to a point where no light touched it, on Hagiri's shadow. "Calm down, Hagiri." He said sternly, looking at Hagiri's infuriated face and his hands were frozen in the position they were almost always placed in before he shot a marble at someone. He looked at what was in his hand, it was a jack, with its points sharpened, and there were no rounded tips anymore.
"Let go of me." He growled.
"Fine." Asato moved his foot away. "But at least don't kill anyone with those things." He took the silvery jack from Hagiri. "Now, call it off." He glared into Hagiri's eyes, which returned the glare.
He felt the chill fade away and the others all seemed to relax slightly also. Mitarai looked at Hagiri, concerned, apparently, since Hagiri took one quick glance at the blond and turned his head away.
"So, about Squid-pitch or whatever...where's that at?" Yana chimed.
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"-Oh, come on, Ron, you can do it. I'm sure you've gotten better over the summer!" Angelina Johnson tried to talk to Ron, who was twitching at the sight of the Quidditch field.
"There's a difference between practicing by yourself, and practicing with the team, in front of Slytherin!" Ron gulped, pointing on the other side of the field, where about fifteen Slytherins, most of them fifth and sixth years, eyeing him like hyenas watching a dying animal.
"Ignore them, Ron, it doesn't matter what they think." Harry attempted to comfort his friend, who only shuddered slightly.
"Easy for you to say, you didn't have your own theme song last year! And, you were the one that helped Gryffindor win each time ever since we got here!" Ron looked over towards the Slytherin crowd. "Maybe I should quit..."
"WHAT'S THE MATTER, WEASEL?!" Malfoy cried out from a distance. "AFRAID YOU'LL SLIP OFF YOUR BROOM?!"
"HE'S WORSE THAN HIS BROTHERS!"
"AND THEY LEFT!"
"OH, SHUT THE (insert obvious word here) UP!" Asato yelled back, walking up to the Gryffindors, along with Hagiri. "Bunch of lameass slimeballs." He muttered, walking up to the team. The Gryffindor team looked at him, stunned. "Like you guys never heard that before." He turned around and saw Hagiri inspecting a red ball. "What's up, psycho?"
"I wonder..." He looked towards the Slytherin for a moment. He then put the ball back down, and pulled out some marbles, splayed out his fingers with the marbles in his palm, and flicked the marbles. In milliseconds, the Slytherin were all crying out in pain and clasping varied body parts, but Sniper's favorite target was Malfoy, who had collapsed.
"Ouch..." Yana walked up to them, along with Mitarai and Kaitou. "That'd hurt..."
"What're you doing here?" Angelina saw that Mitarai and Kaitou had on Ravenclaw and Slytherin emblems.
"We won't bite." Mitarai smiled, but the Gryffindors didn't return the gesture. "Well, don't mind me; I'll go join the peanut gallery, then." He turned to walk off when Harry stopped him.
"Wait." Harry ran up to him. "You can stay here for a while."
"Excuse me?" Parvati asked. "He's Slytherin!"
Asato smirked slightly. "Don't worry about these two. Worry about Hagiri." He paused when the said biker lifted up a certain finger. "He's the one who should be with Captain Peroxide."
"Who?" Angelina asked, and Yana laughed.
"Malfoy. The Twinkies are his two fat boys, and Pantry is his fat girlfriend." Yana grinned. "So... I guess they don't like you." He said to Ron, and looked over at the silver and green Slytherin.
Ron's face hardened. "They're a bunch of gits. Bunch of stupid worms." He looked as the Slytherins held up a banner that had a poorly drawn picture of a stick figure with fiery red hair on a broom, getting squished between two black balls, which weren't even decent circles.
"Can't you just go over there and, I dunno, beat them up?" Asato asked, scratching his head, bored.
Ron bit his lip in anger, "I'll show them." He grabbed his broom and threw one leg over it. "C'mon, we need to practice so we can clobber those worms."
Practice went considerably well, even though they couldn't go over any actual plans, since the entire Slytherin team and a few others were watching. They had continued their jeering for a while, but had paused every now and then when Asato yelled back at them, using a multitude of insults and profanity, in more languages than one. Kaitou promised not to go and tell the Ravenclaw team anything, but he made his own mental notes and confirmed his own thoughts about trying out. Mitarai though, was thinking about how his fellow Slytherin were harassing Ron, picking on him, and plotted revenge silently. Asato had no opinions about the game, and being the punk he was, decided to take no part in it, while Yana thought trying to make people fall off their brooms over a hundred feet in the air was funny. Hagiri, however, thought the whole game was entertaining, despite the fact he hid it well, and smirked at the thought he had just found a way to attack people and get away with it.
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Phoenix and Diablo walked into the crowded dungeon, which was actually Snape's classroom, and saw that most of the teachers were inside. Professor Flitwick was sitting on a stool, and still ridiculously shorter than everyone else. Snape was standing near his desk with an angry scowl on his face, like a teenager who constantly whined about how the world was against them; McGonagall was standing near Professor Binns, the only ghost teacher, only to avoid being near Professor Trelawney who was boring the Astronomy teacher, Sinistra, to the point where Binns wouldn't be the only ghost. Professor Sprout was looking out the window occasionally towards the Whomping Willow, reminding herself to ask Hagrid (who was also there, taking up what seemed to be half the room) to add some fertilizer around it.
"Okay... who's the surprise party for?" Diablo asked, walking behind Phoenix, who had a bored expression plastered to his face.
"We are waiting for Dumbledore to arrive, Diablo." Professor Trelawney said warily, "He's late. We can only hope that he hasn't met his unfortunate"-
"Save it." Phoenix cut her off. He didn't care for her nonsense false premonitions. "Does anyone know why he wants us here?"
They shook their heads, but looked up as the door opened and Dumbledore walked in, along with a man in a green bowler hat and a strange woman. She had on dark green robes that, in everyone's opinion, could have been bigger, equally green heels that looked as if she bought the narrow kind, when she should've bought the wide. Her hair was an almost fully grayed blonde, and was pulled into a somewhat lopsided bun, that was a little too far on the left side (whether it was deliberate or not, we'll never know). Her hat looked hand-woven, and had a multitude of varied fake flowers glued to it, along with a pink ribbon. The face under the hat, though, was disgustingly similar to the face of a frog. Professor McGonagall gasped at the sight of her and stomped her foot down angrily.
"Albus, I apologize, but if that woman is here for what I think she is for, I will quit right now and snap my own wand in half!" She then looked stunned, as if she couldn't believe the words just said were her own.
The woman laughed. "Nonsense, Minerva, I'm not taking Dumbledore's job. I'm here to take my sister's."
Cornelius Fudge smiled, "The Ministry saw fit to have someone continue monitoring this school. Since Delores is unable to"- He paused when Snape let out a cough that sounded strangely like 'insane toad'. "Since she is unable to continue her duties, her sister, Mrs. Helga Norom, will take over. Her son, Joseph, is a second year, I believe."
"Yes, he is." She smiled proudly, "My dear Joseph is also a Slytherin! He always gets top marks, and so I always award him appropriately, of course."
"Lovely, just lovely." Diablo said with the most sarcasm possible. "I heard about your sister, and heard from students themselves that she was a real"- He stopped when Helga Norom pulled some parchment out of her bag.
"'Hueso Eiryu Diablo. You are twenty-four years old, the youngest Auror in history, your hair is naturally that revolting color, you are an Animagus, capable of turning into a Komodo dragon with the same sideways 'v' symbols just below both eyes, your favorite color is steel blue, you are left-handed, the core of your wand is of a basilisk, and you are extremely sarcastic with no regard for authority." She rolled the scroll back up. "I know a great deal about you, as well." She looked over to Phoenix. "More than willing to admit at the time."
Phoenix sent her a glare that threateningly screamed out 'death', but she ignored him. So, he decided to speak. "What is it exactly that you plan on doing here?"
She smiled, "Of course, you're the teacher for..."
"Demonology." His orange eyes narrowed. He knew her from somewhere, but it was so vague.
"Yes, Demonology, the new class, so you can't be familiar with the rules." Her smile grew even more, making the other teachers look at her with disgust. "My sister, Delores Umbridge, took charge of this school and made sure that the teachers weren't socializing with the students by discussing things other than their subjects, made sure the teachers were doing their jobs, and kept the students in line. And Mr. Fudge wanted me to come and make sure it is all regulated." She winked at Fudge. "So, any questions?"
Dead silence.
"Well then," Fudge straightened his tie. "I'll be off then, good day, everyone." He left the room with a little skip in his step.
"'Good day' indeed..." Phoenix seethed under his breath, only McGonagall could barely hear him, and muttered an "I agree."
"So," Norom smiled cheerfully with that same disgusting fake sweetness. "Who volunteers to help me with my things?"
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Mitarai walked up to the door that slid open to reveal the Slytherin common room, said 'hydra' in an extremely preoccupied tone, and walked in. He saw that a chair further away from the others was empty and headed towards it, looking at the Slytherin that were busy playing chess, mutilating their bad drawings of Harry and/or Ron, or doing homework (which made Mitarai wonder why it was called 'homework', they were at a school!) He sat down in the chair sideways, legs dangling, and pulled out his treasured knife, tapped his chin with it for a moment, thinking about the annoying bully less than thirty feet from him.
Maybe he could look up some real annoying curses, make his face orange. Or, he could turn him into a ferret! Yeah, that's it! He then thought, No, I have a feeling that wouldn't be original. Why should he use magic, though? He had only been at the school for a week, and it wasn't like he was going to dare say that he was already better than Malfoy, he may have been vengeful, but he wasn't stupid enough to give Captain Peroxide an advantage. Play by your own rules, he thought, He wouldn't know what to do if I... yeah, I just need to think for a little longer; play it out in my head for a while. He closed his eyes with dark thoughts dancing in his head, and slowly let them drift away when his mind began to concentrate on all the water in the school. He could sense where the lake was, all of the showers, the kitchen, the overflowing bathroom on the first floor, even the glass of water that was—
He rolled over and onto the floor, barely getting splashed by the water that was now sinking into the chair slowly. His white shirt now had little dots on it that clung to him, showing his pale skin slightly. He heard the dreaded laughter that he hated echoing from everyone, and saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle looming over him. The shortest of the three smirked.
"Well, wake up, Kiyoshi, can't sleep all day, you have things to share, you know." He waved his wand and the chair was instantly dry, and sat down on it. "So, what did the Gryffindor scum have to say about their little plans for this year, hmm?" He saw that Mitarai was still quiet, and lost his patience for a moment, "Look, the only reason you should even consider being with that bunch of losers is if I tell you to do surveillance, got it?!"
Mitarai wanted noting more than to slam his now-hidden knife as close to Malfoy's ear as possible, but knowing his aim, it would end up through his eye. He then stood up, and was instantly drenched by water that some fifth-years upstairs had decided didn't belong at their bedside. He knew just the water on his body now was enough, along with the water on the floor. He slipped his hand into his pocket, and rubbed his finger against the sharp edge, making a cut. He was about to pull his hand back out when he looked across the room and saw Malfoy shake his head no. Wait, he thought, MALFOY?
He walked away from the others and grabbed the Malfoy's arm on the way out the door, and as it shut behind him, he instinctively shoved Malfoy into the wall and grabbed him by the shirt.
"Are you crazy!?" He hissed, and some of the portraits woke up from their naps, others ceased their conversations. "Are you trying to get in trouble!?"
Malfoy smirked, "No, I just wanted to get away from those filthy Gryffindors, got a problem with it, you git?" He was immediately greeted by a punch to the stomach, and he buckled over. He looked at Mitarai, who was now holding a bottle of water that he just pulled out of his pocket, and his bleeding hand was held above it.
"I don't want to take any chances, Yana." Mitarai said, still dripping water. "I seriously don't want any of Black Angel's plans ruined because you go and make these freaks kill us!"
"Well, maybe if you move your hand a little to the right now, we won't be busted." Malfoy/Yana pointed to Mitarai's hand. Mitarai wiped the blood off on 'Malfoy's' robes, and then put the lid back on the bottle.
"Sorry, I just kinda snapped." Mitarai apologized after a few silent moments. He took one quick glimpse at 'Malfoy' as he turned back into Yana, but wouldn't watch much because it was still somewhat disgusting, despite how smoothly it went. Yana took off the far too small robe and revealed that he was wearing his own clothes under it, because Malfoy's wouldn't fit. But as Mitarai looked at the robe carefully, he saw his own name, written in neat cursive on the inside. "How the hell did you get that?" He grinned, annoyed, but still finding it funny.
"I have my ways, one of them being a school owl." Yana grinned. "Hey, it's almost time for lunch, I think. And, I want to make sure Hagiri gets stuck sitting next to Hermione." He saw Mitarai's puzzled look. "Oh, yeah, you don't know because you're stuck here. Hermione likes him for some reason, don't know why. She acts kinda funny near him, and he thinks she's one of the weirdest things in the history of the universe."
Mitarai's eye twitched slightly, "And when did you graduate middle school?"
Yana only laughed and tossed Mitarai his robes.
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Sure enough, Yana's plan worked. Hagiri sat next to Hermione and looked like he was about to go homicidal on the next person who talked to him. Sadly, that person was Neville.
"Hagiri, can you hand me the juice, please?" Hagiri slammed the pitcher in front of Neville, causing some of it to splatter onto his sandwich that he had barely started eating. The juice rocked back and forth in the pitcher, making its own waves that crashed on the rim and made a few tiny irrelevant drops hit the neighboring plates.
Asato looked at Hagiri with an entertained look on his face. "What's up, Kaname? You look a little upset."
Hagiri's foot found its way to nearly dislocate Asato's knee.
"AGGHH!" He growled in pain, and threw a piece of his potato at Hagiri; which was a mistake, because it stopped right before hitting his face and hit Asato's nose.
"Bastard." He grumbled, wiping butter off his nose while some Gryffindors laughed, and a few wondered how it happened. He turned to glare down the table. "YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY!?"
They continued laughing. And even more joined in. He took a deep breath and yelled, "I hope Voldemort gets all of you!"
"Well, that shut them up." Yana took another bite of his steak. The entire Great Hall became dead quiet, after some dropped their forks and spoons, of course. Then, a wave of whispers rushed across the Hall, until nearly everyone was absorbed in conversation.
"He said You-Know-Who's name!"
"He threatened us!"
"I bet he works with You-Know-Who!"
"I heard he came here to spy on Dumbledore!"
Mitarai looked at his fellow Slytherin with a slight panic. There is no way that they couldn't get in trouble for that! He looked over towards Malfoy, who had a sneer permanently glued to his face, and was talking loudly to the other Slytherin.
"I knew that piece of scum was up to something! Serving the Dark Lord, and I thought it was bad enough he's in Gryffindor!" He crowed. "And they accuse my father of such things!"
"Maybe because of that adorable little tattoo on his arm, perhaps?" Malfoy turned around quickly, and saw Diablo, who was smiling slightly. "Oh, come on, Malfoy, like I'm that stupid."
"Could've fooled me." Malfoy growled. Diablo smiled fully and barked a laugh.
"Just did! Ten points from Slytherin thanks to Malfoy's backtalk!" Slytherin (all but Mitarai) groaned loudly. "Now I'm fighting the urge to take off even more." He said loud enough for the whole table to hear him. They all stopped and he could hear multiple insults being whispered. He ignored them, but plotted some beyond hard homework in his head.
He walked over towards the Gryffindor table just as the doors opened and revealed the fat frog-like woman, Norom. Everyone looked up at her and she smiled in what everyone thought was a disgusting way, and said, "Hello, everyone! How is your lunch so far?" There was mostly silence and a few ashamed mutters of 'good' and 'alright'. She walked up to the High Table and stood in front of the seat meant for the presently absent Snape. "Fantastic. Now, my name is Mrs. Norom, and I will be monitoring this school from now on." She paused to let it sink in for a moment, when the talking took longer than she wanted it to, she cleared her throat. "Ahem."
"Oh, great."
"Another Umbridge!"
"I'm transferring to France!"
"I hear the North Pole's got a good school!"
"Ahem!" She said rather loudly. "Now, then. There will be no more insults about anyone here." They all groaned. "Right then. A little birdie told me that someone threatened other students and even said You-Know-Who's name in that threat. May I ask who it was?"
Several people from Gryffindor, a few from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and all the Slytherin that could talk (or were a bunch of snitches) either said Asato's name, or pointed at him.
"Oh, goodie." Asato said flatly as she came down from the table and waddled over to him with an extremely fake smile, and said, "What's your name, sweetheart?"
He shuddered at her calling him that. His face stiffened with anger, mostly because he was also fighting the urge to punch someone, something, whatever. "Asato Kido." He said gruffly.
"Well, Asato Kido, I will have to see you in my office for detention on Monday, okay?" She grinned again, waiting for him to say something. "Well?"
He hated the following words he forced up. "Yes, Mrs. Norom." He bit the inside of his lip to avoid sneering and saying something else.
"Good boy." She walked back up to the High Table and sat down, and began eating, while watching everyone with beady eyes.
Asato clenched his head with both hands, blond hairs between his fingers. "Jeez, they have detention here!? I thought wizards had evolved beyond junk like that."
Hagiri smirked, "As long as you're in it, the evolutionary chain won't be going anywhere." He looked up at Norom. "I wonder if Blackjack could eat her..."
Harry nearly jumped at the sound of the snake's name.
"Nah, he'd probably choke on her foot." Yana said, taking a bite of his burger. (It turned out the house elves had been taking cooking classes, and were working on foods less common in England.)
"You boys didn't hear her, did you?" Hermione asked them. Ron and Harry looked at her.
"Not really, what happened?" Harry asked.
She shook her head. "She's Umbridge's sister! I heard about her in the Daily Prophet."
"Are you kidding? She's related to that woman?! And going to work here!?" Ron blurted.
"Seems that way, Ron. And I hear she's just as bad."
"Oh, she's worse." Diablo whispered to them, "Much worse..." They all turned and looked at him. How long had he been standing there?
"What do you mean?" Ron's voice cracked, and Yana grinned at the sound.
Diablo managed to squeeze between Ron and Harry. "She taught when I went here. She was insane, and had real twisted punishments."
"So did Umbridge, I had detention with her last year." Harry explained.
Diablo's eyes narrowed slightly, wrinkling the ' ' marks under his eyes. "Did she make you right lines with one of those special quills?" Harry nodded. "Let me see the scar." Harry showed Diablo his hand, there were faint etchings of words that couldn't be read very clearly. Diablo looked at them. "Might want to be careful around her. Come to my classroom in two hours, I need to show you something."
Hermione was about to say something that sounded smart but in reality was stupid, but Harry cut her off. "Okay, two hours."
Diablo looked over at Asato, Yana, and Hagiri. "Hey, bring your little Slytherin friend, and the Ravenclaw, if you want. At least a few of you should know about that frog-faced psycho." He stood up with a heavy sigh and left the Hall, with a few random curious students watching him, including one with black and white hair.
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Harry, Hermione, Ron, Asato, Yana, Hagiri, Kaitou, Mitarai, Neville, Parvati and Padma, Seamus, Dean, and the mute Slytherin Raptor each entered Diablo's classroom in their own little groups. When they all were in there, they looked around at the empty coliseum-like room, which was well lit now, because the sunlight was drifting into it and landing on the floor. By Diablo's desk was a perch with a big blood-red bird with long, shimmering feathers sitting on it. Its head was tucked under its wing, sleeping.
"So," Dean looked at the group. "Should we sit down while we wait or something?"
"Don't bother." Hagiri muttered, eyes closed. "He's been standing in that corner for about five minutes." They all looked in the direction they assumed was where Hagiri was talking about, and saw steel blue hairs glimmering in the tiny amount of light that reached the corner. Diablo stepped out of the shadow and grinned.
"Well, took you long enough." He said, scanning the group. "Fourteen of you? Man, I thought most of you would ignore me. I guess I should remind you that I'm not really supposed to be talking to you guys about whatever isn't about Defense Against the Dark Arts. So, I guess I should tell you about Norom, eh?"
They all nodded.
"Okay. She was the Defense teacher back when I was a student here. I was in Gryffindor, of course, and she favored the Slytherin."
"Sounds like Sn- Professor Snape." Harry corrected himself, because teachers had a habit of making him add the 'professor' part.
"Call the grease-monkey Snape, I don't care." Diablo shrugged. "So, she liked Slytherin, and as a result, hated Gryffindor. And this was during the time when Voldemort"- Several students flinched. "When he was running around, going after people, killing, and whatever, and many of the Slytherin's parents were Death Eaters. And to make things worse, she was pals with half of them, but I don't think she knew what they were, I hope. Back when I was in my fourth year here, I had gotten real ticked off because some Slytherin were harassing me about my hair and the marks on my face, I had threatened them back, of course, with as many curses that I could think of, but they laughed. I yelled at them, said that their families were a bunch of sellouts to become Voldemort's little slaves." His grey eyes seemed to flick an odd mix of colors for a millisecond, but it was gone quickly.
"So, Norom decided to punish me, and award the Slytherin points. I had to go to her office for my detention, and she had a long black quill that she wanted me to write lines with. I took the quill, which had no ink to write with, and just started writing on the parchment. It wrote in my own blood somehow, and the words also etched themselves onto me." He took his left sleeve and pulled it up as high as he could. They all looked at the scars on it, which plainly read, 'I will not say the Dark Lord's name'.
"The most interesting thing about the scars is, they weren't there a few minutes ago." He looked at his arm. "Voldemort." The name made some of the students jump, but their attention returned to the scars. They were now even more obvious than before, darker and deeper. "I hate Voldemort." He growled the name again, and the words broke open, and started to bleed, until drops fell to the floor as the silent Slytherin watched them.
"Oh my..." Parvati gasped as the blood flowed more freely, and Diablo made little effort to stop it, like he deserved to bleed as much as he was.
"Didn't you tell the headmaster?" Hermione asked, upset.
Diablo shook his head. "No, she had already gone to him and said I made these myself, and wanted to blame her. The headmaster believed her, of course."
Yana clapped Asato on the back, making all his muscles jump from the surprise. "Nice knowing you, buddy." Asato glared at him angrily.
"I will throw you out that window if you don't move right now." Yana happily obeyed and hid behind Mitarai.
"We should get you to the nurse." Neville, a frequent visitor for Madam Pomfrey, said.
"Nah, I'm good." Diablo smiled and held his bleeding arm. "Well, if I can think of anything else important, I'll tell you guys, okay?"
They all nodded again. Hagiri just looked away.
"Good. But don't tell anyone I told you anything about Norom, okay?" They all promised they would, and he closed the door behind them as they left. He closed his eyes for a moment. The blood loss had made him a little tired. He sat down in one of the desks and said quietly, "Well, are you happy now? I'm bleeding, a lot. They're gone, you should know that by now. I mean, you need my blood for that thing, right?"
The bird shuddered for a second, as if just waking up and noticing that the blankets were gone. It looked at Diablo with piercing orange eyes, its right eye had a long scar that went from just above its eye, on its eyelid, and down until it stopped near the corner of its beak.
"Well, don't just stare at me, go do... whatever it is you need to do!" He let out a grumpy 'hmph', and moved his hand away from his arm, shook it,, and made the blood splatter on his desk, and hit the bird. It looked at him with what seemed to be an upset, but humored expression. It fluttered to the ground and turned rapidly into the silver-haired Phoenix.
"Showoff." Diablo muttered. "Vampires, I swear." He saw Phoenix's eyes had an angry gleam in them. "Well, go ahead, I thought you wanted this." He held out his arm.
"You wasted your time, Hueso. We need to wait for All Hallows Eve, I told you!" Phoenix tore the bottom of his robes off and tossed it to Diablo. "How often does Halloween fall on a full moon and Friday the thirteenthoccurs in October in the same year?"
"Never, I guess." Diablo tied the shred of black around his arm.
"Damn right, never." Phoenix growled. "Which is why we can't ruin it; I will drink your blood on both days, and then the great one shall suffer."
"Oh, not that 'great one' crap."
"Unless you want to be killed, we will have to be careful. He's here at this school; I'm not willing to be caught."
"Yeah, sure, just don't get your feathers all ruffled up."
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The sun glistened through the window, and landed peacefully on a certain sixteen year olds head, there were birds chirping in the tree near his window, and a gentle breeze was coming in. But that wasn't what woke him up.
SLAM!
He jumped up, startled, and saw a very dazed-looking owl on his desk. He couldn't help but smile at the tiny bird.
"Well, hello." The bird twittered madly in response, and jumped off the desk to buzz around his head madly. He reached up a hand and swiftly grabbed the owl. "I don't suppose that letter on your leg is mine, is it?"
It nodded its head, which was comically sticking out of his fist. "Well, then, hold still so I can remove it." The owl obeyed for just a second, but it was enough for the parchment to get untied. The teen read the letter thoughtfully for a few moments. "I see, England."
"Pheh, Europe, I'd rather be tortured." A voice said in his head. He looked out the window to the tree. He should've known.
"You've been there?"
"Twice, once on accident."
He smiled. "Well, little bird," He pulled out a pen and wrote something on the parchment. "Tell them hello for me." He then added as an afterthought while tying the letter back, "Us."
"Pheh."
The owl nipped some of his hair and then took off, making an effort to avoid one branch.
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LL A.K.: All done for now!
Falcon: This one was kinda short, sorry!
LL A.K.: So, left them on edge a little.
Falcon: We have a lot of ideas in our head, and we don't preplan much, so pardon us for that.
LL A.K.; Planned the last section, though!
Falcon: Quite thoroughly.
LL A.K.: Do us a favor, people, R&R!
Falcon: And put us Author Alert!