Author's Note; I'm sorry for taking so long to update, my mind's been elsewhere. Here's a small (and badly written, I'm sorry) bit of Sleepless Nights for you, I will update with a longer soon.
Stacks and stacks of books were scattered along every available crook and crease in the small, cramped room Izumi and Yori shared. To Izumi's luck Yori had disappeared the second a slither of light fought its way out of the night sky. However, Yori didn't forget to viciously slam the door to announce her departure.
It was strange, for Yori was never violet or aggressive, let alone held grudges or kept secrets. She was normally as easy to read as a book, and wore her emotions on her sleeve. But lately her emotions had been fading until Izumi had to squint to even gain a small slither of what Yori was feeling, and it was normally anger- towards her.
She missed the serene, smiling eyes of the Yori she'd first met, the one who had helped through her first terrifying weeks at Cross Academy, the one who hadn't laughed when she'd gotten lost accidentally walked into the boy's showers. Well, maybe she had a little. But that just made her miss that Yori even more.
Now she wasn't sure if that Yori even existed anymore, maybe this new, secretive and aggressive Yori had eaten her. It doesn't really matter, either way Izumi looked at it; she wasn't getting her new friend back.
However, she knew she shouldn't let her mind wander like that. She had to keep looking, she had to discover the Night Class's secret, it was the only reason she could think of for the spirits to act like this and to close in on the campus grounds. It was unnerving how strong they were away from the depths of the forest, how one of them managed to touch her without her recollection. Izumi bit her lip, a feeble attempt to stifle a scream. She had to carry on looking.
So far her search had gotten her almost nowhere, there were many accounts that matched her search; fallen angels and succubus demons - but it none of it made sense, throughout her years of training, she'd be strictly told that these were merely fairy tales, that they didn't exist out of the human's imaginations. Angels cast out of Heaven made sense, there were legends that bad spirits were created by sexual relations between male fallen angels and female humans, but that did not explain the presence of the female members of the Night class and most certainly did not explain the need for Guardians. It appeared that even the higher ups in the academy were aware of the secret.
Succubus demons did not make sense in that retrospect either, if the higher ups of Cross Academy were corrupt, why would they employ Guardians to prevent the Night Class from preying on the students, and why wasn't there rumours floating around of vanished students?
Izumi was quickly beginning to tire of this, she was almost nearing the end of her book and her search was falling to shreds, until she turned the page and the title bore one word that made her heart almost stop-