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This story's based off a roleplay on Gaia Online that I ressurected and I am participating in currently. If you'd ever like to join or veiw it, post a review asking for the web address.

Moroi Ikshi's illusion-hidden cat tail swished back and forth as violet-blue eyes drifted over the large sign at the front of the building.

"Sinful Wings," He muttered under his breath. "What an interesting name for a school."

The fifteen-year-old had finally been sent away from the orphanage he practically grew up in, to an all boy's boarding school. The boy had a choice to make it a change for the better, or a change for the worse. He was hoping that it would be better.

A stray breeze blew pale silvery-blue hair across Moroi's pale face. He pushed the ear-length strands back to their normal position, heading up to the large castle-like building that stood in front of him. All that was being carried in the boy's arms was a backpack that had been taken off his shoulders when he'd stopped at the sign. He hefted the bag back onto his shoulders, glancing at the piece of paper he'd been holding for a time.

The neko continued looking where he was going, glancing down every once and a while at his makeshift information sheet. It had his classes, the names of the teachers, a few other things related to those, and currently most important: His dorm number. Moroi's sharp eyes watched the empty halls, trying to find the room with a metal number '3' on it. He wasn't having the best of luck so far.

"Ah, here it is!" The boy exclaimed in his quiet voice, pulling a key out of his pocket and unlocking the door, sighing gratefully when he learned that he didn't' yet have a roommate. 'Now Moroi, that's not the right attitude!' He scolded himself mentally, shrugging it off as he started unpacking, if you could even call it that.

The one thing that suddenly became plentiful in the room? Books. At least ten of them, all worn out, constantly being read by the boy. Ten books may not seem to be much to someone who'd seen a library and read many more than that, but for Moroi, ten was a lot of books.

After standing in the dead center of the room and looking around it for a moment, Moroi collapsed onto the bed, curled up and went to sleep. Being half-cat, he was prone to just pass out at any given time, not matter how inconvenient. Thankfully, Moroi planned it so he would fall asleep in a better place than most would.