A/N IMPORTANT: I was not happy with the first draft of this story, so I rewrote it. The next series of uploads will be the current chapters rewritten. I will try to upload the rewritten chapters about 3-4 a day, so the story can progress quickly and we can catch up to where we are now in the story. Do not worry if you do not wish read the new rewritten chapters there are minor changes and some of the story beats are simply clearer. As I was rereading this story was a bit of a mess and I only wanted to clean it up. Rewriting the chapters has gotten me back into the flow of writing Naomi as a character. I really needed to reintroduce myself to her head space and this helped a lot.

Not What She Seems;

Naomi's day started as mundane as any other: wake up, go to class, daydream, avoid the pathetic girls who fawn over the Night Class, shower, change into pajamas, and finally, sleep. A routine that Naomi has memorized since she arrived at Cross Academy. However, avoiding her relentless classmates was proving to be impossible today as the vultures circled around her seat and asked for the tenth time today if she had found out why the Night Class was so, as they said, elite.

"I haven't and I'm not going to investigate the Night Class," Naomi snapped, "so go away."

"But I paid you!" A girl exclaimed.

"And I gave you your money back."

She stood up from her seat and pushed through the circle of girls. The Day Class girls whined and complained about how she was as 'bad' as the prefect, Zero Kiryu.

Naomi rolled her eyes at them.

Truth is Naomi did know why the Night Class students were so elite. She found out a few weeks ago, while Headmaster (popularly known as Chairman) Cross was out. She sneaked into his office and picked open every lock in his desk until she found what she was paid to do, the Night Class files. She pulled out a few of the files and inspected them, she figured it was going to be about their parents being wealthy, at least wealthier than the regular Day Class students (they were all rich). What she discovered was far more insidious, in bold printed letters it was written: Vampire with a letter B, or C, or A next to it.

One could say that checking how many students were which letter would be a wise decision, but Naomi had to admit that she didn't count how many were which letter. She was too preoccupied with the word 'vampire' to care. She clumsily put the files back, she knew she should've been more careful (the headmaster would notice someone had broken in), but she was in shock. Not to mention, the headmaster would return to his office soon, so, Naomi quickly sneaked out of the office, which to a novice, she left seemingly untouched.

She ran all the way to the Sun Dorms, in what she thought was fear or maybe not… she didn't know. It wasn't until the next early morning that she realized how lucky she was that she wasn't caught.

Naomi, still dazed from her findings, shivered, They're all vampires, every single one of them.

"Come on, Naomi!" A girl squealed as she tried to stop the ravenette from leaving the classroom, "You're the only one who can do it!"

Naomi glared at the girl, "Leave me alone, hyena."

She pulled open the door and didn't glance back at her fellow classmates.

Naomi remembered her first day at Cross Academy, some random girls ran to greet her. All smiles, Naomi thought it was rather annoying.

Be nice, she remembered thinking, new school, new you, remember. The number of times she had to remind herself of her promise to herself, and not tell them off was one too many.

They dragged her everywhere, and when the school day was over and Naomi thought she was finally free, she was mistaken.

"You're in for a real treat!" They giggled, "Come on!"

All Naomi wanted to do was go to her dorm room and scream into her pillow. Everyone here was incredibly annoying.

They pulled her in front of the Moon Dorms, where all the other Day Class students were chatting loudly and crowding over the gates.

They're being so loud and for what?

Naomi looked around trying to find some sort of escape route, but the girls had interlocked their arms with hers. No escape.

Coming to this school was a mistake, she concluded.

A piercing whistle resonated through the crowd, For fucks sake!

Naomi turned her head towards the high-pitched sound and found a brown-haired girl with a white sash on her arm sleeve in front of the crowd: Prefect.

Naomi glared at the girl's petite form but then again so was everyone else, for a different reason but still. Whatever the prefect had said, Naomi didn't know, the whines and complaints surrounding her were too loud for her to hear what the prefect had said. What she did hear was the loud creak coming from the gates opening.

The Day Class students parted like the Red Sea, all of them waiting in bated breath. Then she saw them – the famous Night Class and she could not give a shit. This is what she was dragged to see, this was the so-called 'treat'? Naomi was right before, coming to this school was a mistake.

They started screaming incoherently, Naomi couldn't make up what they were screaming but she knew for a fact that she wanted them to shut up.

All of this, she thought, for a band of pretty faces? Stupid.

Naomi never went near those gates again. Sure, she sometimes saw them in passing, but she never paid attention to them. She didn't think they were geniuses and had so much work that they could only go out at night was a load of crap, but she was never curious enough to actually investigate it.

A few weeks into the school year, Naomi jokingly remarked, once to her new friends Asuna and Haruto, "I'm ninety-nine percent sure, the Night Class is a cult." The trio laughed and quickly forgot about it.

She supposed now, she was technically right.

In all honesty, Naomi longed for the days when she thought the Night Class was a cult or when she thought they were just a band of pretty faces with nothing truly going on underneath. Now, she rarely sneaks out at night to go into town and visit her friends from her old school, dreading that she might run into one of them.

I will not investigate the Night Class that's just asking for trouble, Naomi thought, no matter how tempting it might be. And it was very tempting. She lived, to stick her nose where it doesn't belong. A bad habit, some would say, but it was nice knowing things about other people and being able to hold it over their heads; it empowered her, but this was… different.

I deal with human investigations and only human investigations. She repeated this in her head over and over again, convincing herself that the Night Class was not worth the regular time she would normally invest in her sleuthing.

Naomi trembled at the thought of seeing their fangs, at least she assumed they have fangs. She never wants to be on the receiving end of that particular experience, and if keeping her head down was all she had to do to keep it that way; she'll try her damn hardest to keep a low profile.

"Hey, Naomi!" a familiar cheerful voice yelled.

Naomi turned to face her friend, Asuna, and smiled, "What's up?"

Asuna's eyes shifted to quickly scan her surroundings.

There weren't too many people in the halls, most of the students rush to the Moon Dorm gates to gawk at the Night Class.

She sighed as her smile faded into a frown, she lowered her voice into a hushed whisper, "You know the professor you thought was having an affair with a student?"

Naomi's heart began to race in excitement, "Don't tell me-"

Asuna fervently nodded, "I saw them in the history room." her face contorted in disgust, "Kissing!"

"Well, at the very least, the professor's young and single," Naomi joked.

"Naomi!"

She smirked, "Don't worry, I'm on it." Naomi walked down the stairs with Asuna beside her, "You up for some late-night sleuthing?"

Asuna's eyes widen, "But that's not allowed." She looked around to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation and she whispered, "What about the prefects?"

"I know my way around them, the people we should be worried about is the Night Class." Naomi tapped her waist.

Asuna fiddled with her skirt and uneasily stared at the floor, "I don't know..."

"I'm not going to force you, Asuna." Naomi giggled, "This is strictly voluntary."

Asuna let out-breath of relief, "Yeah, just tell me how it goes in class tomorrow."

Naomi couldn't help but feel relieved herself. If the Night Class were truly vampires, she didn't want to bring one of the only friends she has made in this school into a lion's den.

"Just cover for me when the prefects do their rounds on the dorms," she said.

Asuna saluted, "You can count on me."

"Oi!" Both girls turned at the source of the sound, Zero Kiryu.

Great, the prefect from hell.

"Class is over." His glare pierced through both the girls, but Naomi merely scoffed at him. "Get to your dorms."

Asuna yelped and cowered, while Naomi returned Zero's glare tenfold. She huffed and grabbed Asuna's hand and led her out of the academic building.

Asuna shuddered, "God, he's so scary."

"No, he's not." Naomi said, "What he is, is annoying."

They walked past the screaming girls and watched as their peers were ready to jump over the Moon Dorm gates to get a glimpse of the Night Class.

"Idol!"

"Wild!"

"Kaname!"

"They're so hot!"

Naomi gulped, If only they knew.

The gates were beginning to open, and Naomi quickened her pace with Asuna following in her step. The Day Class student's screams got louder (if at all possible).

Asuna gripped the door of the Sun Dorms and opened it, and then closed it shut.

"I don't get why they're so crazy about them." Asuna huffed, "They act like they don't see them every day."

"I know right," Naomi said, "you'd think they'd be over it by now."

They linked their arms together as they made their way up the stairs and turned into the dorm hall.

"By the way, which student was it?" Naomi asked, "Maybe, I can knock some sense into them."

Asuna nervously bit her lip as ushered Naomi inside their shared dorm room, and closed the door behind them,

"It was Haruto."

Anger seeped into her bones, He won't listen to reason, he's just that type of person he is loyal and stupid.

Naomi made quick work to change out of her uniform and slip into something more comfortable to sneak around in.

"He's such an idiot! Why would he even get involved with a teacher!?"

"You know him, Naomi, he falls in love quickly," Asuna said sweetly.

Naomi rolled her eyes, "Don't remind me." She thought of the last three girls he was in love with. She remembered the pining, the pouting, the honeymoon face, the crash, and the inevitable heartbreak; it was not pretty, and she thought it was pretty pathetic as well.

Naomi was a simple girl when it came to slinking into the night to do her escapades, she wore all black to blend into the night and it was easier to go undetected, and she pulled and brushed her black hair into a high ponytail; it has worked so far.

"Are you sure you should be doing this, Naomi?" Asuna said, "I mean, maybe we should talk to him first."

"Please, Asuna, Haruto won't listen to reason, and you know it."

Asuna shrugged, "I guess, you're right. What are you even looking for?"

Naomi sighed, "Anything that proves that she's not who she says she is or that incriminates her."

"Well, good luck, and be careful," Asuna said softly.

Naomi reached for the door and saluted as she made her way out, "Always am."

She closed the door lightly and went for her usual escape route. Down the stairs, two rights and the third window next to the center. Naomi opened the window quietly and climbed down from it with ease. She landed softly on her feet and hastily made her way toward the academic building.

It didn't take Naomi long to arrive at the school, but the in-school forest was still thick and tall; it was confusing and ominous at night. If she didn't know any better, she would say the trees and darkness were watching her… perhaps they were, now that she knew about the Night Class. Naomi made it her mission to make it there little as time as possible during her other late-night rendezvous.

Naomi quickly slid inside one of the building's side doors and crouched as she took long strides toward the professor's office.

Naomi grabbed the knob and turned it. Crap, she thought, it's locked.

She reached into her hair and pulled out a black bobby pin.

Trusty bobby pin please don't fail me now. Naomi inserted the bobby pin into the lock and masterly fiddled with it until she heard the reassuring sound of a shifting lock.

Naomi smirked, like clockwork.

She crawled into the office and slowly, and gently closed the door.

"Alright, Professor Hiyori," Naomi stood up straight but walked lightly on her feet, "what are you up to?"

Naomi headed for the desk first and opened all the drawers (it reminded her of the time she paid a visit to the headmaster's office) and took out documents, assignments, graded tests (she got a ninety-eight on the latest one), files, until, finally, Naomi struck luckily. She pulled on the last drawer only to find it to be locked.

"Suspicious..." Once again, Naomi inserted the bobby pin and unlocked the drawer with ease. "This school should really get new locks; this is too easy."

Naomi didn't know what she was expecting but a plain grey metal box was, in her opinion, underwhelming. She gently took out the box from its place and saw a latch keeping it closed.

Naomi licked her lips, Please, be something worth my while.

She opened the latch and saw the contents. There were a few cigarettes, a fake ID, and a gun. Naomi reached into the box and dangled the gun between her fingertips.

"Oh, my god..." She grabbed the ID and looked at the name imprinted on it. "Who the hell is Akira Saito?"

Naomi put down the gun and the ID on the desk took out a piece of paper but found a picture of a boy in her class.

"Holy shit," Naomi gasped out, but then quickly covered her mouth. She stared at the picture in horror.

It was Naoto Yamamoto. He had been murdered a few months ago with a gunshot to the head and his picture had a thick red 'X' across his smiling face.

I need to tell the headmaster! Haruto is in danger!

"Oi!"

Naomi snapped her head towards the sound. She didn't even notice that someone had opened the door, but relief washed over her when she saw who it was, the permanent frown and sharp glare were unmistakable, Zero Kiryu and not her professor, Hiyori.

"I want your name and class." He demanded.

"I need to talk to the headmaster, now." Naomi tore her gaze from Zero's and stared at the articles she had found. "It's important." She pointed at the gun and ID and the photo of her late peer, Naoto Yamamoto.

Zero walked towards her and saw with clarity the items laid on the desk. He reached for them, but Naomi grabbed his arm.

"Don't touch it, it's evidence." Her voice was steady which surprised her, she was sure her voice would come out trembling.

Footsteps came towards them, and Naomi gripped his arm tighter.

Please, don't be here... please, don't be her.

From the corner of her eye, Naomi saw Zero reach with his free hand into his jacket.

"Hey, Zero, are you slacking off again?" It was a female voice, Yuki.

Naomi let out a sigh of relief.

Yuki looked inside the office, "Oh, you found a Day Class student." She raised an eyebrow at the scene before her: Naomi was clutching Zero's arm and the fact that Zero was letting her be, was what confused her the most.

"Is something going on?"

Zero broke the silence, "Call the Chairman, Yuki, it's important." His voice was cool even amidst all the chaos.

Yuki nodded and ran to get the Headmaster.

"I - I can't believe she killed, Naoto." Naomi stuttered, "She probably was having an affair with him too." Tears brimmed her eyes. She let go of Zero's arm and held herself tightly instead. "Poor, Naoto."

Naomi blinked her tears away and took in long deep breaths. In... Out... In... Out...

Headmaster Cross would be here soon, and she would not cry, not in front of him or the prefects. Naomi straightened her back and steeled herself.

I'm Naomi Nakamura, I'm the queen of pretending that everything's fine.