Disclaimer: I do not own any of Black Blood Brothers characters or story. I only own Dell, Heather, Autumn, Anna, Camilla, Alex, Sydney.

Autumn's POV

I ran as Zelman followed me to choir.

What the heck! Why is Zelman joining choir of all things? That defiantly does not seem like something he would do. Oh well. Not like he'll last in there for long.

"Come on! The bell is about to ring and we can't be late!" I raced to the door. Just in time, I made it in quick enough to throw my bag to the wall and sit, just before the bell. Zelman just calmly walked in behind and waited for our teacher's arrival. Soon the door opened and a student came in with our teacher following behind. He simply passed Zelman and walked ahead to his desk. Zelman followed.

All I could see and hear was Zelman going to Mr. Will and Mr. Will telling him to sit without looking at him. I almost felt bad for the poor guy. Mr. Will, like Mrs. West, can be pretty harsh on his students. He doesn't tend to care much.

Zelman turned around and glanced over the room. I gave a small wave and he came over and sat. The rest of my class was being loud so I was guessing that for the beginning of class we weren't going to do anything.

"So have you succeeded in keeping that beanie on your head all day?" I attempted at small talk.

"Well...during my second class it was taken away. I got it back. But you know..." He smirked arrogantly. "...I got a lot of stares from some of the females here~." He says it like I'm going to be jealous or something...

"That's nice. Seems like you've had a good first day. Oh, and does your head still hurt from the incident in art?" I gave a coy grin. He looked almost disappointed. "No. I heal very quickly." I could hear the annoyance brimming his voice. His mode changed at the drop of a coin.

"So how are your hands? I would bet them to be hurt pretty badly after playing tether ball with me." His eyes narrowed. I hate to say it, but that's one of the things about his character in Black Blood Brothers that made me attracted to him in the first place. Those eyes...

"They should be fine. I haven't exactly checked." I looked down at my palms.

My hands were so red.

My hands were trembling. I must've used too much force on them when I hit the tether ball. He did hit pretty hard. Most guys don't. I wasn't expecting that. Not from some guy who looks like such a...twig. Now that I think about it, he looks like he could easily be beat. I don't understand.

"Fine huh? Doesn't seem like it to me." His enjoyment was obvious. I huffed. "So what? I'm not some athlete you know. It's not like I spend my time playing sports or anything." I gave excuses. "Sure. Sure. That's why." Smart Alec.

"Alright. Get in your rows now." Mr. Will came to his piano in the middle of the room. I walked away from Zelman to my spot.

"Sir." Zelman made his way to Mr. Will. "Hands out of your pockets. Hat off. Stick with proper dress code. Stop trying to act punk." Zelman stopped and took his hands out of his pockets and threw his beanie to his bag. "Now, sir, where should I-"

"Alto or Soprano 2. Your choice." Mr. Will was rude and blunt as usual.

"Your name?" Zelman turned back to Mr. Will. "Jake. Jake Clock." Mr. Will wrote the name as Zelman made his was around the room. "Your lucky Jake. We're not doing much today, so you can join in your own pace. Just don't slag far behind." Zelman perched at the edge of the alto bleachers. I looked back at him from the front of the altos. I never wondered this before, but what does Zelman sound like singing. With a voice like his I would bet it to be somewhat good. I shook my head to get rid of the thought. I shouldn't be caring too much about this.

"Stand." We did as told and stood from where we were. "Go to soprano 2 for this Autumn." I quickly paced to my spot in the soprano 2 bleachers. I tend to switch between alto and soprano 2. I wish I didn't have to switch that much. It's kind of a pain to have to do.

From where I was standing, I could see some girls staring at Zelman. I tried my best to look away. So maybe I was a...tad...jealous. No I'm not! It's just some dumb preps. Why should I care?

"Leave the books. We will start on Hero. A student choice. Let's start from the top." We each began to sing.

The girls sang parts of the song that the girl in the band sang while most was sung by the guys. Everyone sounded great together. It was very harmonizing. Our teacher was playing the piano. This song was made by a band called "Skillet." One of our students chose this. And since it's appropriate we went with it. I do actually love this song. I don't know who chose it, but they did good. Probably Sydney or Alex.

"Today was good class. You girls are fine. Just remember what to read and what pitch you are to go at. Also, you boys need to remember not to read the girls parts unless you want me to assign you a dress for concerts." Some snickered. I just glanced at Zelman.

Argh! Stop thinking about him! It's not like you won't see him at home after this... I thought back before the actors even came.

b-This is so awesome! I love Black Blood Brothers! My favorite character is defiantly Zelman. It's so awesome how he uses fire just by looking around. And he is pretty hot too. My thoughts revolved around being a fangirl. "You know..." Mom broke my thoughts. "It would be awesome to be able to meet these people. They seem like they would be really cool to meet." I nodded my head in agreement. "That would be awesome." I leaned back into the couch.-d

I sat and placed my head in my palm. I glanced again towards Zelman. How...did my interest in him quickly switch to irritation? I used to think that I would love to meet him, but now I can't stand him. What happened? He caught my glare and simply waved with a cocky attitude. That could be one reason...I thought to myself. Soon girls started to crowd around him. Even some guys...

I could hear their loud voices. So annoying...

"You can get out your I-pods class." Swiftly others, including myself, dove for our bags to snatch up our music. Before most could even see the flash mob we all created, we were already back in our seats, earplugs in, and singing along on occasions. My music was switched to 'The Good Life' by Three Days Grace.

I quietly sang along with the lyrics, tapping the beat out on my skinny jeans. I felt so relaxed that I could fall asleep. I shut my eyes, laid my legs out straight on the concrete floor, and leaned back against the bottom of the stair like bleachers. My finger's tapping went from my legs to the floor. Without earplugs in, you could hear the end of my nails tap the ground, not missing a beat.

Glancing over I saw a familiar shoe that only one of the people in this class wears, and that's my one friend in this class. I tend to this this a lot, so without asking, even though I never do, I turned around and lied the back of my head on the shoe. I know that laying down on someone's shoe may not sound to appealing, but when you're wearing 'these' shoes...lets just say that my head is comfortable where it is. I sat up after feeling someone poke my leg.

Looking in front of me I saw some angry girls. "What are you doing Autumn?"

"There's no way you know this guy."

"Get off his foot." I got many harsh whispers. I cocked my head confused. "Uh...you guys see me do that all the time. What's the big deal?" I turned around and was not expecting what I saw. The mop of scarlet hair told me that.

"Well this is awkward..." I said to myself gaining looks of laughter and anger from the rest of the class. The portion that paid attention anyways...

"I'm assuming you were comfortable?" Zelman asked smirking. "I...I...I didn't know...that was you." I gave the best answer I could muster. "Well you seemed awfully content there." Another girl said. I held up my hands in defense. "Guys. I swear I had no idea that was him. I swear."

"Yeah right." I heard someone comment. I glared in their general direction. I raised my eyebrows. "Whoever said that, try saying it again. See what happens." Some scoffed while others laughed at the poor person who made the comment.

"Lay off guys. It was an accident. I'm sorry. Okay? It's not that big of a deal. Besides, do you see him throwing a hiss fit like you guys? If anyone should have a problem with it it's him, and he seems to not care. So why should you?" They just left the comment and many left the conversation. Few continued.

The few that wouldn't stop came up to Zelman. "Are you really okay with that? You don't even know her." Only two girls were left. "It's fine." He replied. "I do know her actually. We-" I ran up to him and threw my hands over his mouth. "Shush it you idiot! You already told my English teacher. You don't need to tell them too." I was furious. This was the second time I've hand to put my hands over his mouth. His face was just blank. I could almost hear the 'You going to let go now? How about now?' in his look. I took my hands back swiftly. I glanced down at my palms. No red dot.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted..." That was all I heard. I couldn't react in time. "We actually are relatives."

"Z-wait. What?" I sat dumbstruck. "We're step siblings actually. I'm just living with them for a little while." His excuse was flawless. "Oh. Well that makes sense I guess..." The girls went back to what they were doing, annoyed by the fact of losing reason to yell at me.

"Zel-"

"Jake." He corrected me. "Whatever." I shook my head. "Why did you say that?"

"Say what?" He looked up acting nonchalant. "That we were step siblings. Why?" Zelman just grinned and turned to place a hand on my check. "Because I think that leaving you dumbfounded is rather hilarious." He turned away and grabbed my music out of my hands. "Hey! Give that back!" I reached for it.

"I'm not going to sit and listen to these brats talk about their lives. Here." He placed something in my hand.

An earplug.

"Uh, Jake? You feeling okay?" He twitched. "What kind of question is that? Am I not allowed to be nice?" I sat down slowly beside him. "Nah. It's fine. Now let me choose the music. I know my Mp3 better than you do." I snatched it away. He let go willingly. I skimmed through my music. What in the world type of music does Zelman even listen too? I just sat and clicked through. I soon came upon a song called 'Matryoshka.' A song by Vocaloid. I hope he likes it, because I'm not changing it. I pressed play. His eyes flashed open as soon as the voices came up. He took my music and looked at the tittle.

"This song is...odd." He just placed the music back into my hand. I held back a laugh.

Jiro's POV

"Where is it?" I searched through every crevasse of the house. "Why can't I find it! This isn't good...I need my hat and coat so I can stand the sun better. At least she didn't hide my parasol..." I turned around to make sure it was still there. "Phew. Now, back to searching..."

So far my day has not been too productive.

"Jiro! Do you have any idea where she could've hidden it?" I snarled. "For the last time! I don't know!" I hollered at Mimiko.

Oh yes. Did I mention Miss Mimiko's arrival? She came to see how I was doing, being her usual nice self, and so I asked if she could help to find my hidden coat and hat. She accepted and we've been looking like this for hours. I looked towards the hands of the clock.

School should almost be over. Right? I grew even more enraged. The line was crossed.

"Dell!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. At least I knew one thing.

That crimson eyed hunter had to be off worse than I. He must've gotten little accomplished today.

Zelman's POV

Today was a very productive one.

I of course 'learned' little. I already knew most of what was explained to me. I am older than most after all. I should know a thing or two.

I tailed behind Autumn and Dell as we walked away from everyone else. We already left school and made it to the neighborhood. This place really is nothing special.

I let my hand stroke the back of my now covered head. It still annoys me that Autumn hit the back of my head with that sketch book of hers. She's way to uptight. She really needs to loosen up. Maybe she just has her earplugs in way too tight...

"So Del, do you think Jiro actually found the coat and hat?" Autumn snickered. I got closer. "I doubt it. I hid them pretty well. You'll never guess where."

"Under your bed like everything else." She guessed. They walk slow when they talk... "Nope." "Where then?" Del laughed evilly "In the fire place. The hat at least. The coat is in the grandfather clock in my room." They both laughed. "How much time did it take you to hide those?" Autumn questioned. "Not long actually. I just stuffed the hat up the chimney and there's this compartment with a door on it in behind the clock. I put the coat in that. I doubt he'll find it. Then the coat will be mine, and in good condition, and the hat will be burnt to a crisp." She held her hand in a fist and laughed like a mad man. "Nice." Autumn joined her in the laughter.

"I don't understand. What's the point of hiding his coat and hat?" I joined in. "Because, I want to burn the hat and steal the coat. Simple as that."

We stopped walking. "Well, see you later guys. Thanks for walking me home." Del waved. "You're welcome! See ya!" Autumn called back. Just as quickly as she turned, she took out her music. Putting in her ear plugs she ignored the fact that I was standing right here. Sighing I dug threw my bag for a pack of cigarettes. Autumn threw the bag at me this morning, saying that I needed something to carry papers in. We should be getting myself a actual bag today or tomorrow.

I took a cigarette out of the pack and stuck it in my mouth, lighting it by snapping my fingers. I flinched and looked over. I sighed once again. That was close. I'm not aloud to use my abilities around humans. Especially the ones I live with. A puff of smoke escaped my lips. I stopped walking and turned when the other foot steps behind me stopped as well. "Didn't you hear me yesterday? I said no smoking. I wouldn't usually mind the smell, but I can't have my mother knowing you smoke. She'll end up giving some speech about how it's bad to smoke. Believe me, it's not fun. Also the fact that she would be able to smell it on your clothes before she washes them. Now if you would be so kind, please stop while your here." She lectured.

I decided that since she was at least attempting to be polite, or just didn't have the energy to yell, that I would go ahead and throw it away. I took the cigarette out and stomped it beneath my foot. "Hey, I gave up something I like for you. It's your turn. Now take out the ear plugs. It's rude." She twitched.

"Rude? Well you would know a lot about that word now wouldn't you?" I was offended. "Haven't you ever heard the line, 'do upon to others as you wish do be done upon you?'" She glared. "Of course I have. I just don't bother with it when it comes to others that wont listen to it, such as yourself." She had her arms crossed. "Tch...Lets just go eat. I'm starved. Boredom is killing me." I changed the subject before we got into yet another argument. She just walked ahead.

Soon we came to the house and I turned to enter the yard. Autumn on the other hand did not. I saw her walking on past the house. "Just where are you headed?" She turned and came up to the yard. "I'm going to go eat. Mom doesn't get home till late and I've got some cash on me. Besides, my cooking sucks." I looked down at her as she unlocked the door. She froze. "What's the matter now?" I asked.

"Well...you see...uh...since I was distracted this morning...I...well...let's just say there is something inside of the house that was not supposed to be left inside the house...heheh...heh..." She laughed nervously. "What do you mean?" I was unsure as to what she was getting at. "Well...the keys to my house...are still inside the house." She took a deep gulp. She slumped and walked to sit on the porch swing.

"Great...this is just perfect...now I can't get inside my own house." She sounded pathetic. I just couldn't hold it back anymore. I began to laugh. She just stared. "What's so funny? We're both locked out!"

I stopped laughing after a moment or two. "I seem to be more upbeat around you people. Even more so than just around Kotaro. You just need to loosen up. It's not like we'll die because we can't go in for an hour or two." She sighed. "Yeah, but you don't understand. We get out of school at 3:20, correct? Well Mom doesn't get home until around 7:30 to 8:00 PM. It'll be four or five hours till we can go back inside..." She mumbled.

"Well then I guess we should just go out for a little while and come back. We could always go to one of your friends houses. I wouldn't mind seeing Jiro again." She gave me a look of doubt. "You really are like your character. Aren't you?" I smirked. "More than you know..." She sat silent.

"So..." She picked up after a few minutes. "...what should we do to pass the time? We can't just sit here." I looked around for something to do. By now I was sitting beside her on the bench. "Hm...maybe we could go see the others?" She stood. "Well then, let's go." She walked off without warning. I decided to grab my bag and bring it along. "Your cash?" I said. "Oh, yeah!" She raced to her bag, digging out a black wallet. "Okay! Now we can go." She pointed ahead and I walked on, holding back a chuckle at her immaturity.

"Not here either, huh?" I stared at the house. "Nope. Guess not. Maybe their out too? Man, what is today? Black Friday?" The blond turned away from her friend's house and went on to the last one. "Okay." She stopped. "This house is not an option." She said plainly. "Why's that. Isn't that the house Cain is staying in?" I asked. "Yes, but this house has too many people in it. I'm also not aloud to go in this house." I cocked my head. "Why's that?" She turned and began to walk out of the neighborhood. "Well, Mom doesn't like Sydney too much. I also don't have the 'best' feelings towards her. She's kind of clingy. Other than that she's great though. Well, her handwriting has much to be desired. If that's another reason, which I doubt. I guess, just bad feelings when I'm around her make me wary of her..." Autumn trailed off. "So where to now?" I followed behind her as she went on.

"Town. Let's get something to eat. Like I said, I can't cook and I won't." She continued ahead. A night on the town huh? What an interesting day it has been today. "Speaking of eating, what do you like to eat Zelman? I never asked." I looked up. "Oh, ramen I guess. Well, of course I like other things too, but money won't buy that. " I smirked. "Whatever. So I guess we're eating ramen. We can go to a buffet to eat that. Just can't eat much. It's not like I have too much cash on me." We continued to walk on to town. Shouldn't be that far. I could see the town down the street from the school. The thing is, will she be able to see in the dark like I can?

Author's note: It seems as though Autumn is starting to pay more attention to their new guest. Zelman looks as though he's having fun messing with her and is interested in what exactly this place is like. So far, not a great one. Though it seems like there is more too it than meets the eye. Jiro and Dell are having trouble getting along, and everyone else has to deal with their guests. At least they don't go to school with them. So what's the deal with Sydney? What's so different with her, and now those two are stuck, alone, till late. What will happen?

Sorry for not updating sooner. I had a major writer's block. But don't worry. They should come quicker now. ^^ Now to work on my D. Gray-Man one and the others. Wish me luck! ^^

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