Chapter 5. Special.

When the class returned to the room, everything was a mess. From the sounds of it, the two brothers had been in a pretty heavy fight as there was a massive amount of commotion from inside the room, including gunshots, yet everyone was still surprised by the condition the room was in when they reentered. Some students asked Yukio what had happened, and he informed them that the hobgoblins had gotten out of control and had to be eliminated, and that the Temptaint Ritual would have to wait for another day.

At the end of the lecture, when the class was excused, Rin hung back while all the other students existed. The girl took notice, and assumed that he was waiting for Yukio. As she was about to leave the classroom, she heard the teacher call her name, stopping her in her footsteps. "Could you come here, please?"

A little shocked, she nervously walked back over to the professors' desk as he packed his things back into the leather briefcase. There was a cold, serious air about him. "Y-yes sir?" she stuttered, her thoughts jumbled with thoughts of being the only student to be addressed directly.

Yukio adjusted his glasses. "I wanted to inform you that there seems to be an issue with your Temptaint Ritual."

"What are you talking about?" she questioned, her confusion beginning to be quite clear on her face. How could there have been a problem with her ritual, she thought; the rituals hadn't even happened yet!

"I'm not sure of the details, but I've been given the orders to postpone your Ritual until further notice. If you have any questions, I'm afraid that I have no further information; you might need to take it up with our headmaster, Sir Johann Faust." Yukio spoke plainly, closing his briefcase.

Faust. A faint scowl scrunched across her forehead. "Thank you, sir."

It was at that time that Rin moved over to the girl, and greeted her with a grin and an exuberant "Hey!" Already not in the best of moods, she looked back at him as if to say 'what.' He continued as if he didn't notice, or didn't want to notice, the air surrounding her that said 'I don't want to talk right now.' "So, how cool is it that we met earlier, and just happen to be in the same exorcist program, too!"

She nodded, pushing her bag higher up onto her shoulder, and left the room, Rin closely in tow. She couldn't help but to smile quietly at the boy's happy-go-lucky, care-free personality, and decided it wouldn't hurt to engage in conversation. "Yeah. It's kind of funny how life works like that, huh?" There came a pause, and she appeared lost in thought for a moment. "It seems stuff like that always happens in my life. As if someone has something planned out for me beforehand."

"Like a big guy in the sky sort of deal or what?" Rin asked. The girl just shrugged. "That's silly," he scoffed, jokingly. "I mean, obviously demons are real – that's why we're here, I mean – but God? There's no way!" he boasted, trying to get her to laugh even in the slightest. She responded by giggling quietly, and the two of them walked in silence for a bit, unsure of what to say to one another as the sounds of their footsteps echoed through the dark, empty halls.

"Hey," she started, looking around. "Where's your little dog?"

Rin scratched his head. "Oh, he's not really my dog. He's just a mutt that followed me to class – yeah! A mutt!" he laughed nervously. Changing the subject, he began: "Hey, so I was thinking, maybe we should hangout sometime? I mean, you know, as friends. Considering God put us together and all – wouldn't want to upset the old man!" he snickered through his toothy grin.

Placing her key in the door, she turned it slowly and paused. "I think I might actually really like that, Rin." She finished by smiling sweetly at him, and she saw a tinge of blush sweep over his cheeks. "Just let me know when!"

"Sure thing!" He exclaimed excitedly, watching the girl walk through the door back into the university.

The door closed behind her, Rin no longer following. She found it a bit odd, until the realization struck her that he must have waited back in the classroom for the sole reason of talking to her, and she couldn't help but feel a little flattered.

Walking across the courtyard to the dorms, with a map in her face, she once again felt a presence like eyes on her back. At this point in her life, she had gown rather accustomed to this sort of sensation and was able to shrug it off a majority of the time. The only times it really irked her was when she was doing something rather private and it felt as if eyes were on her. She shivered at the thought, the clack of her heels dancing against the buildings and back to her. There must be demons here at this school, she thought. The perception of someone watching her was prevalent on her first day here at the University, and there could be no other explanation, she assured herself.

It was beginning to get dark since classes ran late, due to the mishap in her first exorcist training class, and an eerie gust began blowing in as she peered around the empty courtyard behind her. Her eyes wandered up over the buildings and rooftops, attempting to see anything that might explain the sensations she was experiencing. However, not like she would be able to see a demon if it was there, anyways; a demon could only be seen by a human if they wished to be seen, or if the human had received a temptaint.

Defeated and frustrated, she sighed heavily and scurried towards her dorm building.

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She stopped in front of the door at the end of the hall. It was the top floor, and most of the rooms she passed seemed to be vacant. Looking over the piece of paper in her hands, she reread the statement she has issued, telling her which classrooms in which buildings were hers, and what dorm room in which dorm building was hers. She triple checked to make sure she had gotten it right. "I guess this is it," she muttered to herself.

She found that the door was unlocked, and inside was a rather prodigious room for a dorm. She had imagined the dorms on this campus would be larger than the typical University, but nothing like she discovered beyond the entrance.

The carpets were plush and luxurious, the paint on the walls was fresh and rich in color, and even the trim was even quite extravagant. Looking at the furniture, you noticed it was obviously expensive just by style alone and the quality was nothing but exceptional. On the left side of the room, there was a small kitchenette in the corner, next do an open bathroom door, where she could see expensive stone tile upon the floor and walls. In the far corner next to the kitchenette were a small, but overstated dining table and four chairs overlooked by a large window. A cherry wood desk was placed under the window on the right, and next to it in the other corner was a rather comfortable looking chair and side table. On the right side of the room were two grandiose glass doors, opening up to a single bedroom.

Her jaw dropped, astonished that this was just a dorm room; it was the size of an average apartment. Setting her bags down by the entrance, she removed her coat and hung it by the door, eyes still perusing the residence she was assigned. Her back ached from the day, and beckoned her to lie down, so she made her way towards the French doors. Through the glass, she could see the blurry picture of a bed suited for a king. Pushing the doors open, she looked around and took in the beautiful curtains framing the window on the left. On the right of the room was an oversized wardrobe with intricate carvings. And the statement of the room was the massive bed placed directly in the center with a large headboard, luxurious linens like clouds of wine, and more pillows than she could have believed possible to fit onto a mattress. A single silver platter was placed in the center of the cushion, with only a cream envelope on it, her name written neatly in calligraphy. Cocking her head to the side, she picked it up and examined it. It was some of the thickest parchment she had ever felt in her whole life, leading her to conclude that it was ridiculously expensive. However, upon the back, instead of what she would assume would be a wax stamp to seal it shut like she had seen in all the movies, a simple children's' sticker was in its place.

Ripping it open, a letter and a key was found inside. She unfolded the paper to read what it said.

"Dearest flower,

Welcome to your dorm room, I chose it for you personally. If the décor is not to your liking, please notify me and I shall have my design staff change it to your desired specifications.

Enjoy ~
Johann"

Her face grew warm.