"This is your room." Ichijo announced, opening up the door, wide.
"Hmmm..." I purred, as I surveyed it. Not bad. Much better then living on the streets.
My head flitted from side to side, watching, always cautious.
You never knew when a hunter was hiding, just about to kill you.
Until they kill you that is.
"Uhh, where are your luggage and suitcases, I can bring them up?" Ichijo offered.
"I don't have any." I answered, raising an eye brow.
"You don't..." he trailed off, not wanting to offend me I guess. "Do you have any spare clothes?"
"No." Should I? These vampires live just like humans. What's wrong with one pair of clothes? Vampires don't sweat and smell like humans. So what if I have a little blood on it from yesterday? And a couple of rips and tears? It's like anyone's gonna care.
"I'll ask Rima or Ruka if they have any they can let you have. If you want, you can wait in my room?" he gave another one of those inoccent smiles.
"Sure." I said, and grinned at him.
Wow. An actual grin. I think I awed and shocked myself more then I did to him.
So what if it was a big wolfish one, it was an actual grin.
"Uhh, if you would like to follow me, my room's just a couple halls down." He beckoned me after him.
Along the way, he tried to make meagre conversation.
"Where are you from?" He asked, his head turning slightly in my direction.
"I don't know." I said, carefree. What else could I say, the streets?
"Oh." He said, then tried again. "And what of your family?"
"They're all dead." I muttered back, thinking of Hannah.
"Oh."
He shutup after that.
Finally, we got to his room, and he opened the door wide.
"You can sit on the bed and wait if you want." He gestured to the bed.
"Thanks."
The door closed, and I was left alone with the sound of even breathing.
I looked over, cautiously, to the other bed.
A mass of blood red hair, like my own, but shorter, covered a pale sleeping, attractive, face.
Roomate of Ichijo's I guess.
I quietly sat on the bed, and looked around the room.
There were alot of clothes strewn around everywhere.
I went over to a pair of bootleg jeans, and picked them up.
These look fine.
Then, I saw a black T-shirt in the corner that said, "BITE ME" with a cookie with a bite mark on it in white writing.
Perfect.
I changed into the other clothes, completely forgetting about the boy sleeping across the room.
Thankfully, he didn't wake up. I think.
Just as I finished, the door opened, and ichijo walked in, holding a uniform, and a frilly pink dress thingy.
The first instinct I had, was to tear up the pink dress.
"Oh. You've already changed..." He surveyed my clothes.
"You don't mind, do you?" What do I care if he minded.
"Those are Shiki's clothes though, but I don't think he'll mind." Ichijo shrugged. "Do you want me to put this dress in your room for you?"
"No. She can have it back." I looked at the dress like it was a parasite.
"Oh. well, here is your uniform."He handed it to me, and I immediatly balled up the nicely folded uniform and tucked it under my arm.
"That all?" I asked, walking past him through the door.
"Your first class will start tonight, and maybe after that, I can give you a tour of the place?" He sounded almost hopeful.
"Whatever." I smirked at him and went back to my room.
Class? This place was the weirdest.