It's been so long... I'm sorry. ;A; I'll work harder! Anyways, this Chapter does have significance in the plot. It's not a filler, I swear.

I gripped hard on the ends of my jacket, grumbling in anger. He could see the blood. He saw it! Why am I so angry then? I have no reason to, right? I sighed, sneering at the floor. Why would he give a damn. He really doesn't care anyways. It's a pain to even think about it. My head is starting to hurt again, dammit... I hear that strange music from downstairs again. I can hear it from up here. It's jazz this time. The pressure in my head starts to disappear a bit. I let out the breath that I've been holding in for a while now. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to feel anymore. I shake my head, dizzy, I'm dizzy. I shiver in waves. They leave prickles and goosebumps along the ends of my skin, making me feel like there are a million needles everywhere. It's frosty. I can still hear the drops of rain; the rain has slowed down dramatically. If I don't hurry, then I'd be keeping Maddie and those other two waiting. That'd be rude.

I'm rude anyways.

'No you're not.' I retort to myself.

I laugh at myself, suddenly wary of all the little shadows on the wall. They turn into shapes and tease me; they're trying to make me mad. I shake my head and continue down the hallway. The hallway that I've been walking up and down for since a while ago. Down the stairs, I see that the lobby has cleared. The front desk area is empty, and the people who remain are staying nearby the piano and the piano guy. The light is dim gray, mixed in with some hints of warm amber from the , the rain slows down even further, until it's nothing but a drizzle. It's so gray. Gray, white, gray. So monochrome, it makes my eyes hurt. It's bright with the little bits of color. I pick up my feet, walking to the clear doors that lead outside. If I can just make it to the Cafeteria without having my head feel like it wants to explode, then I'd feel really. REALLY. Grateful. The piano guy looks at me awkwardly. I wave in that same awkwardness back. He's got people around him, playing instruments, and humming out solemn tunes. They don't notice me much. It's not that I mind. But this jazz group is strangely appealing. I raise an eyebrow, stepping closer and closer to the clear door. I open it. Just a tiny tiny bit. A large gust of icy wind pushes my hair back, making me close my eyes at the frost as well. My face feels numb, like my fingers, but I just continue, stepping outside and hearing a humongous crunch.

Just my luck.

It's all ice.

It looks like the whole place was covered in a very thick sheet of ice. "How is this even Possible?" I squeaked out. That was a good couple feet of ice further down there! Like, two or something! I heard bits of laughter as a tall man started handing out stuff to the students were those...were those SKATES? My jaw dropped. And that's the Principal, isn't it? Oh lord, this is going to be an interesting.

"Aw, sure! Here. You can have some skates. Oh, you can have some too!" He said, handing them out cheerily like nobody's business. I rolled my eyes. What a dorky principal. It 's really funny, and cool, I guess, since he's doing this. But what a dork. I feel like I know him. I shook my head. Impossible. This was the school's principal. The faint reassurance of jazz music faded to a halt. People inside the lobby applauded. I applauded too. Just not out loud. The old guy caught my eye. "Hi Lovina! Do you want some skates?" he sang.

I calmly walked over, trying my best to look dignified on the slippery ice. "Uh- sure. Why not." I said.

You idiot! You don't know how to skate! Why the hell are you accepting them! You're from Italy! You lived right next to the godforsaken beach! When would you ever find it imperative to learn to ice skate!

Oh calm down. You're the real idiot. You see, I'm not an egomaniac, but I've got a pretty good feeling about this. Skates? Psh. I can handle them. Ice never killed anyone.

Yeah, well, ice has caused people to break some ankles!-

"-Uh, Lovina? Loviiiiiinaaaaaaa~?" The principal said, waving a gloved hand in front of me. I jumped upward, surprised, and looked at him quizzically.

"Who the hell are you?" I retorted quickly. He gave a full hearted laugh and patted me on the back.

"It's nice to see you too, Miss Vargas. How has your day been going?" He asked happily. I grimaced inwardly. Damn. He was so cheery. It's like a second Antonio or something. I looked at him. He looked quite familiar. Like I have met him before... Whatever. Chances are that I have. I just don't remember him. In fact, I can't remember anything from before. Where did I live last? Right, it was Rome...Right? God, I can't tell anymore. I put a hand on my head, rubbing it a bit.

"Uh- I'm fine, sir. How about you?" I asked. Well, I didn't really want to ask. It's just that I didn't want to seem rude...er, Again. He nodded to me and looked back out into the icy area. The arcs that I had once walked under were now frosted with crystals of ice. The gray light bounced off of it almost annoyingly, but right now, I could care less. People skated by and laughed. "Why do you make it like this?" I asked him. He turned to me with his curly mess of hair and looked at me with a strange expression. Then, he shook his head and dropped the smile. He gazed out back into the ice, and watch the students go around in circles and past the marble floor that ice had frozen over.

"You see, I don't make it like this. I just make it more manageable. The reason that this place is like this is because of the way that people feel." He said, turning to me with sudden wise eyes. "If you feel icy, then this place is equally so." He finished with a nod, spinning on his heels and walking towards the door. "Well, there are some skates left. Help yourself. You're going to the cafeteria, aren't you? Hurry up because the sun is going to come out soon. Causes darker shadows, you know." He said strangely, walking through the doors. Idiotically, I stood there with my mouth open, and my head slightly tilted. My ankles felt numb and frosted, and maybe that's why I didn't move an inch from where I was standing. Who did he think he was? Trying to scare me like that... I'm not afraid of the shadows, I'm not! I promise! I groaned in frustration and stamped a foot on the floor, hardening the super soft patch of snow into compressed ice. Tch. Ice skates. I can manage it well enough...

But I still can't wrap my mind around what that weird principal said.

I shook my head, sending my awkward brown curls about. Whatever. I'll just pass up on it anyways. I bent downwards and snapped on the damn skates. I can do this. I've lived through so many years of pain and terror. Skates aren't going to affect my whole damn personality. It's already harsh anyways. The light from the dim clouds wavered as a new batch replaced it. I shrugged. The weather was weird already. People skated by, laughing and singing catchy songs that I don't want to remember. And to my dismay, there they were. Maddie and Gilbert.

I swear that a vein popped in my head. He was holding her so closely. German bastard. Maddie's face was as red as can be, and she had on a simple, modestly shy smile. As they span past, she waved, chuckling. I turned my palms toward the sky, thinking. "Why, god? Why?" And to make matters worse, something incredibly warm grabbed onto my hand. I trailed my gaze upwards, seeing wonderfully sparkling orbs of emerald.

I- I mean, not that It's like I care or anything! I-It's just that the color is nice! Dammit...

I blushed, turning my head away. "What do you want now, bastard?"

"Well, I'm taking you to the cafeteria! Come on! Let's go~" he swooned, grabbing onto my hand, and pulling me onto the ice. I stumbled crazily, a little jealous that Maddie and that German bastard could skate with ease. Well, I guess it's fine, because where I used to live (wherever the hell that was) there was never anything to do with ice or snow. Antonio laughed, holding both my hands and skated through the path with ease. Backwards.

"B-Bastard! Watch it! You're going backwards! Are you fucking insane?" I squeaked as he laughed, bringing me even faster on the ice. "You're going to hurt yourself! Face the right way!" I argued, certain that I was turning red. I could see his breath. It was so close to mine. What the hell! I don't even know this guy! He's so close, though. It's...kind of warm...

Shut up, Lovina! What are you thinking about! Stupid girl.

I squeezed my eyes shut, letting him lead the way through his cheery smiles and laughter. Opening my eyes, I saw the bright, gray light of the sky, taunting the sun to come out of the clouds. Where the sun deliberately disagreed, and hid back even further. They were playing and being mean to it. I huffed, turning my heels so that the two of us would slow down in time to reach the cafeteria. Which was fucking huge. Squinting through the light, I could see that the building was about half the size of the dorms, and had lights almost everywhere inside of it. "Lovina, are you coming? Take off your skates." Antonio coaxed. I nodded, in a daze, still looking at the building. How large was the entire place, if it consisted of wide fields, long distances, and huge buildings? I took off my skates, and to my humor, there were all of our shoes. Magically teleported over here. I scoffed, shoving my feet into them, and standing up slowly. We walked in through the engraved, wooden double doors. The floor was shiny and white, sparkling brightly. Soft music played through speakers that were creatively hidden in railings and items. The smell of food was so wonderfully great. I wanted to faint~ I could smell pasta from anywhere, and this place radiated that scent. There were two curving stairs that led to a next floor.

People dressed as waiters hurried around with food on carts, hopping from door to door. The place was lined with doors. There was the sound of plates clinking together. It seemed that groups were in each room. I tilted my head. So we get to have a personal room to eat in? This is insane. A certain tick made my head start to pulse again. I moaned, turning my head. Not this headache again...

"Hello, Lovina." Came a soft voice behind me. I turned around slowly, seeing a blushing, smiling, Canadian girl. And that bastard was still with her. I scoffed.

"Hi, Maddie. Hi potato freak." I added, sneering.

The albino stuck out his tongue. "You're just jealous of how awesome I am."

"What a brilliant ego you've got. I'll be glad to crush it." I retorted back. Maddie chuckled, covering her mouth. Antonio scratched the back of his head, laughing as well.

"Alright, alright. Calm down. Let's just choose a place." Antonio said, watching me glare down Gilbert one last time. Antonio tapped his chin with his free hand (his other hand was occupied by mine, I guess,) and pointed to a room on the second floor. "That one's empty. Come on. Wait, where's Francis?" he asked, looking around.

"I'm right here!" Came the silken voice of Francis. I shivered. Damn frenchie. "Will you allow me to join you?" He asked, walking closer to the four of us. I opened my mouth to decline, but was cut off my Gilbert, who accepted it like nobody's business. This trio of guys. I swear. It was going to kill me of how weirdly they worked to make others feel awkward. Maddie shuffled on her feet and shuddered. She was obviously cold, and no one was doing anything about it. Despite us being in a warm room. Well, I guess it's because we were right next to the constantly opening and closing door, but whatever.

"Whatever. Let's just go." I said, eager to end my friend from freezing on the spot. She nodded shakily, joining Gilbert and walking up the steps with us. Francis walked up the stairs slowly, all the way in the back. He had a distant look on his face, and didn't interact as much as he had before. I shrugged, turning to face the front and following Antonio. Good lord, I was so hungry. My stomach was having a war with itself. I could just hear it. It made my face turn red, and made me feel equally angry about it. Who the hell needs to know that I'm hungry besides me? That's right. No one. So shut up, stomach! We walked into the room. It was oddly lit, but in a good kind of way. There were lamps in the corners of the room, and grand windows. It felt nice, peaceful in a way. And one chandelier had given us the majority of the light. It hung in the middle of the room, right above the dark brown mahogany table. It was extended, and had a vase of roses in the middle. "How did they get roses? It's winter. Roses don't grow..." I mumbled, letting go of Antonio's hand. He gave me a goofy grin, making me turn into a red mess.

I shouldn't be so easily swayed by this little fucker. He had charm, I can give you that. But everyone looks for a boy with charm. If it even occurred that there could be an 'us', then I had practically shoved that dream out the damn window the moment I saw his eyes. All the females would swoon over them. I'm not part of that party. I chose a random chair, and sat next to Maddie, who seemed to be the most tolerable of the group. The others were just...weird. Francis took a spot that was parallel to Maddie, and Gilbert sat down on Maddie's right. Antonio sat across from me. Why was he in such plain view! Ugh. I don't even want to think about it anymore. There was an intercom system on the wall right next to Antonio. "...What do we do with it?" He asked, smiling sheepishly.

"Uh...I dunno. Just...click the button and start, right?" Gilbert asked, shrugging.

"Well, just try it, and see what happens." I said, looking down at the table. I bit the side of my lip. Maddie and Francis had begun to talk, but immediately silenced when there was a ringing noise that came from the intercom. All us of sat there like idiots, staring at it. "...Answer it, bastard." I huffed, relaxing in my chair. Antonio clicked the button, surprised when a woman's voice could be heard from the other end.

"Hello, good day. Please tell me how many people are with you, and I will send up your food." She said happily. Antonio blinked a few times.

"Um, Okay. Thanks. There are five of us." He answered, nodding. Francis raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Fernandez-Carriedo. I hope that you enjoy your meal!~" She cheerily said, hanging up. There was a moment of silence at the table. Maddie tilted her head.

"You...you never told her your name." she said. "Then how did she...?"

Francis shrugged. I did as well, facing the walls. Antonio smiled. "Lucky guess, maybe." he said, right as the door slowly creeped open, revealing a man and a woman pushing a cart into the room. Each had the same thing. Same outfit, same smile, same little quirks.

"Hello, Miss Vargas, Miss Williams-" the man smiled kindly.

"Mr. Bonnefoy, Mr. Beilschmidt, Mr. Fernandez-Carriedo. We will be your servers today-" The woman sang. She began setting plates in front of us. Her eyes were the color of strange, light brown. It matched perfectly with her straight, brown hair.

"-so please do not hesitate to call us if you need it." The man finished, putting cups in front of us and filling them with water.

"We will be very pleased to help you." The duo said in unison, creating the idea that they were mirror images of each other. "Thank you, and have a nice meal." They concluded, walking out of the room with their cart. Again, the room was left with awkward silence. No one moved at first. And I wasn't going to be the first to do it. I wasn't moving until someone else did. It's just the way that it goes, dammit.

Gilbert whistled. "That was really, really weird." he concluded, shuffling in his chair. Maddie nodded to him, obviously agreeing. Francis nodded as well, reaching for his cup of water and taking a sip.

"...Well, Let's eat." Antonio smiled, starting to take a bite of the meal. To my happiness, it was pasta with fresh tomatoes. I took a bite, swooning over the delicious taste. It was delicious and wonderful. The four other people at the table talked and ate, enjoying themselves fully. Even Maddie was being talkative. I sighed, eating and thinking, just wondering. What happened to me? And why am I here? Why did I bump into that son of a jerk anyways. I don't believe in fate or destiny. Those things are just in childhood stories. And after all that I've been through. After everything that I've done...I don't think I can remember it. I don't want to remember them. I sat in my little bubble of silence, nodding in agreement to a conversation once in a while, and giving out simple yes and no answers. The clouds outside rearranged themselves, forming even darker gray groups... I set my fork down, looking out sadly. "...Another thunderstorm..." I mumbled. Antonio tilted his head towards me, looking at me curiously. I noticed, and immediately looked away.

"What was that?" He asked. I sighed.

"There's going to be another thunderstorm." I said. I listened intently past all the conversation, through the soft music that played, listening for that rumble of thunder. That one noise that sparked so much unwanted memories. I shook my head, looking down into my lap. It isn't anything to worry about...I just want to get back. I looked back up, seeing Antonio shrug and look out the window as well. Nearly everyone had finished. They were just talking amongst themselves, like they were friends since forever. It's not true. I need to warn myself. No one is my friend yet. There isn't anyone here that I've known... Whatever. I can be fine by myself. Francis and Maddie slowly stood up, giving the rest of us the signal that lunch was over. This whole experience...It was like dinner more than lunch. I stood up after Gilbert and stretched my arms. An hour had passed by. But...But it didn't seem like that at all! I huffed, following the four people out the door. Antonio gave me a few smiles here and there, but I didn't take anything of it. I kept my head down, listening as hard as I could. I wanted to hear the thunder. Instead, I heard rain. "...Ah, there we go." I said, opening the large door, and meeting drizzling rain. It made indents on the ice that was once there. Little dips and cracks here and there along the surface. Students ran on the grass next to the pavement, causing mud and water to go flying everywhere. I sighed, breathing in the scent of the rain.

Through the chaos, Francis disappeared, along with Maddie and Gilbert, who were already making it back to the lobby. How much time had passed by? Had I not noticed? Antonio was tugging on my sleeve. His mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear anything. The only thing I could hear was the dripping of the rain. He blinked a few times, shaking my elbow and trying again. "Hello? Lovina?" He said, shaking my elbow again. I tilted my head, opening my mouth to speak, but got cut off by a bright flash of lightning. My eyes widened, and I stepped closer to him on impulse.

"Wh-What was that?" I asked, shaking my head. I was a bit surprised by the lightning. I must be disoriented. Damn, my head hurts. I looked at him quizzically. In the distance, there were voices and cool noises of violins, violas, cellos, and a bass. I'm getting way too distracted to even care anymore. I blinked, my eyelashes feeling clumped together because of the droplets jumping off of them. Antonio's mouth moved, but I couldn't hear over the thunder and the music. I shrugged it off, pulling my soaking uniform closer to my body. I shivered. It's fucking cold. I hate it.

Then and there. I felt some sort of spark. Not the kind of spark that people would appreciate at all.

Call it dramatic or not, but I swear that lightning hit the ground inches away from me. And it whispered words into my ears.

The music drowned it out. I couldn't explain it. I could feel my eyes widen.

" I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing. Roman Cavalry choirs are singing. Be my mirror my sword and shield. My missionaries in a foreign field.

For some reason I Can't explain. I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word. And that was when I ruled the world."

I can't. I don't...

I don't remember anything.

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