Black Holiday

[ikiro Shikara]

The boy walked in his normal punk rock goth close replaced by a loosely fitting school uniform that seemed to be thrown together his amethyst eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the class room out side the *pat pat pat* of the rain was hardly heard over the class's shocked look at him he was for lack of beater word unnaturally lovely even with the piercing it was the eyes the yellow eyes that could be made from gold and that seemed endless like you could get lost in them drown in the light that seemed to shine from them he had his school bag slung over his shoulder lazily some of the girl's giggled some just gawked others were to afraid to do ether

he arrived at his desk the chair was knocked over but that was no problem with a simple swung of his leg the chair righted it self and with another it moved back for him to sit the silent whispers followed but he tuned it out a guy like him never seemed to care about anything or any one but that was the farthest thing from the truth Ikiro cared for his family more then his life but do to this fact he had also distanced him self for there own good

the class still had about a hour to start he had come in early as did most the school they wanted that extra time with there girl friends there boy friends and there regular friends Ikiro just hated being late as he closed his eyes and leaned back he drifted to and fro of his dreams thy seemed to eat away at his life some times maybe it was that Ikiro was to closed sometimes and sometimes he needed some one as a key to help him open up he did not know him self with a sigh he just sat there impassive letting the day drag by he hated the day the night he just hated time at times

he drifted off into his own little world ignoring every thing his amethyst eyes closed off to the world there glow no longer able to be seen by any one what a selfish world he thought only to be attracted to one such as me do to the fact of his looks but he also pitted the humans for not knowing true love he pity-ed them as he pity-ed him self he could always hear them whisper about him but they whispered behind each other backs as well " have you seen her lately i think she got pregnant " foolishness would be the death of the human race not him

[Iwahara/ Tsukiko]

Tsukiko smiled, it was not often that she got a chance to sneer her good fortune in the face of others, but she could not resist. She had seen the teacher walk into the bathroom, as all women do she did her business of making water, and then washed her hands and tidied herself up in the mirror. Like a plague of evil, Tsukiko used the mirror to harbor ill will. The teacher looked into the mirror, behind her stood Tsukiko is all her pride and glory, staring directly at the teacher, she had looks, but of course, Tsukiko would have to fix that up. The teacher turned, to look at Tsukiko but when she turned Tsukiko of course was not there, foolish to believe everything a mirror tells you, even Tsukiko knew that. The teacher fretted for a moment then turned back to the mirror, which was all the time Tsukiko needed. With a flick and a twitch, Tsukiko looked exactly like the teacher, with one or two minor adjustments. Glasses changed from silver to gold, her pitch black eyes could not be hidden, but oh well she thought. The next thing was the outfit, too conservative for Tsukiko’s style, her bosoms blew up to an appropriate size, the dress became low cut, and the skirt went higher and higher still.

She turned and once again admired herself in the mirror, a fantastic job it was, yet the hair was still up in a bun, well she whipped it out and swung it around a few times before it became wild yet tame at the same time. She needed high heels too, and poof what do you know a girl always is prepared. Tsukiko walked out, or should it be said she swung out, hips swaying back and forth, bosoms moving long after she swung in a different direction. Overall, she looked like the teacher that could whip you one moment, and fail you the next. She turned and walked into the classroom, she did not even notice there was a lad sitting in the back. She took a marker from her bosoms and wrote things on the board, what the date was, what class it was, and even who she was. In reality, she had no clue what teacher’s actually did, but she at least made an effort. Tsukiko looked into the bag the teacher carried, and started taking things out, some make-up, pens and pencils, and again make-up. Tsukiko took one look at the make-up and threw it away, before moving along with the papers. Apparently the teacher was very well organized, *Things to be graded- Things Graded-Things to Do-Tests-Homework* All things labeled and stacked neatly in their proper folders, she took out all the folders and laid them out in a rainbow pattern before coming across a handy tentative schedule of what she is supposed to do. Tsukiko felt very proud of herself, she did not even need to know how to do anything, and she just has everything she needed to teach right in front of her. “Well this seems easy enough” She spoke aloud before catching herself before she said anymore.

She finally sat down and started opening drawers and such, looking for objects or anything really, she found a picture of the teacher’s family, that got thrown in the garbage as well. She sat and picked up the scheduler and read over it, all the while smiling to herself at how easy it was to teach.

[megumi]

Kamiyama Mito, Third Year, Student Council President sighed for the fifth time that day. It wasn't for the fact that he had another load of papers and Council stuff to do, nope. It wasn't even because the school festival was coming up and the girls of the drama club keep pestering him about where the stage is supposed to be placed nor was it because the historical society decided at the last minute that they want to head the flower arranging committee that Ueno-sensei told him cannot be because the principal was allergic to pollens, no, it wasn't because of that. It was because the Council Vice-President, Treasurer, P.R.O., Sgt. at Arms, and all the Council volunteers had more important things to do that check up on a lousy new student, so where does the responsibility go to? To him who else! Mito cursed in his mind when they made their case and their stupid human alibis, but nevertheless smiled his caring and understanding smile at them. So now here he was wandering the hallways, greeting and smiling left and right at these pathetic insects looking for that new student, where ever he was right now.

"Kamiyama-senpai, looking for someone?" a girl had the nerve to talk to him. They didn't deserve to talk to him. Humans should know their place. Wait, he thought. What was this girl's name again? He was known to be one of the kindest senpai in school hence the position, thus he made it a point to show everyone that he does not forget a face nor a name.

"Miyamoto-kun, right? I'm looking for a new student, Shikara-san I think..." he pretended not to know, glancing at the paper in his hand. He had been interested in the new arrival since he felt a small sliver of power from him, though he wasn't sure of it. Unlike most his powers cannot be detected so he didn't have that much problem talking to ones that did. He looked back up at the girl and pushed his glasses up since it was in danger of falling. He smiled his warm smile and asked her, "Did you happen to see him? These docs don't really tell me which class he was put in..."

"Shikara? OH! You mean that goth looking guy? Well, I saw someone who looked gothic going to th second floor seniors room... But I forgot which class it was..." She seemed to ponder her answer, tilting her head up with her finger on her chin. "He must be somewhere near the northern building where the top senior class is, I hear he got top scores..." Such a gossip he thought, but nevertheless, at least whe was useful even for a bit.

"Thank you." He smiled warmly before slowly walking away. He saw a faint blush on the girl's cheek, an effect of his warm and charming smile on their simplistic and stupid minds. He casually brushed his blonde hair gracefully with his hand just as his feet reached the floors of the annex that was recently built in to accomodate another building where the seniors' classrooms could now be found. The wind was rather unruly today he observed, strangely it felt different, dark and powerful. It was something... completely different. It was... magnificent and alluring. Seeing as how he was so distracted by it, he crushed the thoughts out of his head just in time as a girl bumped into him causing some of the papers he was holding to fly away in the wind. He looked around and saw a panting girl with dark hair. she had a very pretty face, but when he looked closer he had to wonder if it was a she. The female seemed to be in a hurry and immediately picked up all of his papers at remarkable speed even able to catch the ones that flew away. It was then that he felt that small prick on his skin when someone extraordinary was nearby, and he had to smile wickedly, though it would appear to be an amused smile to most.

"Gomenasai! I'm deeply sorry, I was in a hurry and..." the girl's voice wasn't that apologetic than hasty. She, or he, until he can place it might be late for her class. Maybe he can use this to his advantage, to know mroe about her. or him. and to find out to what extent his/her abilties would matter to someone like him.

"That's okay, I wasn't looking as well. Are in a hurry?" he asked, smiling all the while. It was with this that he was able to ensare most of his preys. most of his followers. Gifted with a natural aura of confidence and poise, born with a beautiful face and a slender body one would probably think him a girl. But this one in front of him angered him so. He or she, was a threat. A threat to his poise, his magnificence, his guile and omnipotence. "I'm heading... Are you a new student? Do you know anyone by the name of Shikara?" Might as well ask while she or whatever it was was here. Normally, most new students tend to stick together like a pack of rabid dogs. A tendency to seek and normalize their society.

"Uh... Yeah, I kind of know him... OH! How silly of me, I'm Megami Akito, a new student in class 3-A. Nice to meet you!" The 'it' extended it's hand forward. lLthough he was reluctant in accepting it, he did so with a smile. After all, he was the most wonderful Student Council President Karakura High has ever had. Mito had to rais an eyebrow at the surname. Megami? Goddess? What a fitting name when he clips the god from the sky. But of course, he still could not relent to say that Megami was a fitting surname for a beauty such as the one if front of him.

"No, no, it was my fault entirely for instantly barraging you with questions. I am Kamiyama Mito, Student Council President from class 3-A. Nice to meet you. It seems we'll be classmates." In hell, he added not that he'd say it out loud. "Why don't we go there now? I can give you an excuse for your tardiness."

"You can do that? Thank you!" A snare has been set and the entity has been caught in it. He smiled at his own accomplishment. The first step into finding out someone's secrets is trust. If he can fully grasp the 'thing's trust, then he can see everything that he so wished. Even their most darkest and kept secrets. And so he walked, gallantly, confidently, sadistically was he carried on the new student to their class. This was a mandatory thing he always does to the new ones, gaining their trust and strengthening his hold on power as well as their minds. If one could not grasp with force, grasp it with kindness and they fall to your knees. Not long on their silent march, they finally came upon the door to the class. Smiling to himself, Mito nudged the new bug into the room for which the said bug smiled and mouthed a thank you before entering conveniently as the teacher was reading something to the class causing all of them to stop and stare at the suddenly opened door. They all veered their eyes curiously at the newcomer and Mito only had to snort in disgust as the males drooled for the female. or male person, human, thing in front of them. Akito, as the thing called itself, slowly walked up front, handed the teacher a slip which the teacher read to be of the new student. Mito could have sworn the thing smiled intently at the boy at the back of the class. And it immediately clicked in his mind, that was the new student.

Mito watched as Akito introduced himself/herself making both male and female swoon. He noticed that most girls still had their eyes glued to the gothich dude to which when he looked closely was rather attractive. Scratch that, he was hot. That thought made his eyes widen and he had to stop himself from blushing. He watched closely was Akito seated itself next to the both guy, Shikara. He was so caught up with that that he did not even hear the teacher calling on to him.

"-yama-kun?"

"Huh? Oh yeah... I'll talk to them later..." he said, stuttering which made the students' eyes widen. Kamiyama never stutters nor does he pick the wrong seat to sit in which, said person having seen his mistake shyly shooed his was to his own seat. This was not good, the boy's thoughts were. He needs to know who they were because that guy, Shikara is definitely not human... Nor was he a shinigami. His deep blue eyes looked forward only catching a simple phrase from Akito's lips asking the black haired boy, "So Ikiro-sama, what do you think?" Probably pertaining to his/her choice of uniform.

[OOC - Akito's wearing the girl's uniform.]

[ikiro Shikara]

His eyes seemed to be distant his cold posture as far away as time it self and it seemed he could never be grasped he had noted one girl and one guy looking at him for awhile now the man's face held jealousy as the girl's face held adoration disgusting he thought what in competent fool would actually look at them but with a sigh he forced a smile and waited for Akito he was late as always but Ikiro was fine with that the class would begin in about 3 minutes long enough for him to relax and put on his pleasant face the face that said * Im a no one please don't mind me * but that was not a good idea some girl's nearly fell out of there seat at the sight of his smile the teacher that had also just arrived was no more a pest then the rest of them only he was getting mad such a distasteful lot he still had to ask why he had to keep there balance

he was slowly getting tired of there looks as the bell rang out a slight nuisance to him who's ears were extra sensitive to the vibration but her rested the urge to blow the damn thing up it only cause trouble in the long run his amethyst eyes scanned the class room it was divided up with 2 empty desk's no doubt Akito's and another kid's he would have to talk to his guard if he wanted to be late all the time papers were past out and he started righting his name and translating every word from Japanese to English in a matter of seconds he was done every answer corrects he had lay-ed his pencil down just as the 2 of them walked in he noted the first boy and had already judged his power scale it was not even worth letting Akito deal with he would be to easy but by the way he was looking the boy had already swayed him

they walked over knocking of a pencil from a near by girl's desk it rolled to him making a *click click* sound that you hear when plastic meats linoleum he bent down picked it up and tost it over to her it had landed right in the middle of her desk with a little help from the wind by the time they had taken there seats he had forgotten all about them both and started to doze off that was until the teacher started to call out his name he had made it a point when he enrolled that they call him Ikiro so true to there word all he heard was his name over and over again he was starting to get annoyed by the man as he told him to finish his paper with a sigh he lifted it up showing the page front and back filled out perfectly

" happy? "

the man behind him by then had gotten out classed grabbed his arm and was about to punch him he had assumed Ikiro was showing off untrue as he was just that way preferring to finish thing's first with a sigh he grabbed the boys wrist and slung him like a rag doll right into the teachers desk crashing it the the young man's back the class let out a gasp of shock and from the wispers he heard the guy was some old school bad ass just his luck the girl's looked adoring yet again as he got up and started to walk out of the class his foot step's like snow on grass not a sound was made by him

" ask him the clean it up he was the one to brake it "

and with that he was gone heading to the top of the roof the word was already spreading " Hey did you hear about that kid throwing Akoshi Asubra around the class in 3-A" mumbling a few choice words under his breath he nailed a few kid;s with hard looks some how he was in a bad mood and the racket was only making it that much worse about 2 minutes later he arrived at the door kicking it open and kicking it shut he really did hate humans he really did at least the sun and the wind was nice the small door gave some cool shade now that he thought about it a hundred years ago this day was known as the black holiday the day the world was said to have come to a end he snickered and watched as the cloud's drifted by one by one

he knew his sister was hear and some how got the filling she was going to make a mess but payed it little mind family was the most important thing with a frustrated sigh he blew and as if on qui a massive gust of air shut out of his mouth like the cartoon avatar again he smiled at the thought of him being nothing more the a cartoon though he had to admit mastering the 4 elements would come in handy at times with a sigh he placed his hands in front of his mouth as if holding a flute and started to play the sound was brilliant everything falling in place a lovely tone that calmed his nerves what a nice filling

[Iwahara/ Tsukiko]

Tsukiko was bored to tears, how did people do this, day in and day out, the constant drawl was enough to want her to murder several of these girls. There gabbing just went on and on, “Boys don’t like me, he dumped me, do I look fat, god this is boring, I hate this school, my life is so hard, I am deprived at home, who saw japan idol last night” On and on, it was enough to drive anyone insane who listened to it. Tsukiko once again lost herself in a mirror, one of the girls was putting make-up on and Tsukiko would see herself perfectly in it, she marveled at her own body and mastery of illusions, she lost herself in her deep black eyes, it was something to be marveled and admired. Her gazed was interrupted by someone yet again tramping through the classroom with another slip of paper that meant absolutely nothing. She held her hand out, ironically she got used to the rhythm of things, the students were shocked to see her do nothing but crumple the paper up and toss it away. Her mind wondered elsewhere, it was so easy to fall into this runt of horrid boredom, even after three hours, she already knew what to expect. Her pitch black eyes gazed off into the distance, imaging her sitting in front of a mirror brushing her hair, deciding on what to wear and what jewelry needed to be created for her that day. She was yet again rudely awakened from the class by a loud bell, the students looked at her for a moment before she realized what was going on, she quickly remembered to gather her things and leave. Such a humbling experience it was to leave and know that everyone is watching you as you left.

Tsukiko strolled down the hall, the click of her heels made her softly giggle; it was like being a big fish in a small pond all over again. She had no idea where she was going this time, another classroom on the other side of the building; slowly she realized she had no idea where she was going, and was lost. It was at that moment that she heard a hauntingly familiar tone being played on the wind; it was soft, elegant but nowhere near as beautiful as her playing the harp. She stopped and turned to a young male who was staring at her, she opened her book for a moment to check the correct placement and spoke to the male. “You, where is area 3-A, I have need in that room” her voice was not at all miming the teachers, it was smooth as silk, yet as prickly as blackthorns. The male did not answer for a moment, he simply stared at her, until that is she grabbed him by the collar and shirt and thoroughly shook him for a moment, dropping him as if he was a sack of potatoes. “Again, where is area 3-A, I am going there and it better be hasty” The male stammered an answer, something akin to “I’ll show you where Miss. Lang” and he hurriedly moved forward as Tsukiko followed.

Once she arrived at her destination, she turned towards the boy and wondered why he was even still here, perhaps it was a stroke of luck, but he noticed he was not needed and left. Before Tsukiko entered, she replayed her “name” over and over again, Lang, Lang, Lang. The name even sounded disgusting, like something, you would name a buggy or animal. Then she realized she was nothing better than an animal and the named seemed to fit. She walked in and moved towards the desk, she was so concerned with sitting down that she did not even care if anyone stared at her. With a huff and a sigh, she seated herself, regally like royalty, but she was seated. She closed her eyes for a moment to recalibrate her voice; it was a hard thing to do, changing your voice, especially to one of a higher pitch. She ruffled through Miss. Lang’s stuff, hoping to find what she needed, of course she did, everything was properly labeled and she moved to pull out everything that was labeled 3-A. Removing a marker once again from her bosom, she set it on the desk and turned her attention to her now precious black scheduler. She read over what she was going to be teaching, another boring crap that she did not even want to know about; her gaze finally looked over the class, her eyes shown very black, but she did not care, no doubt no one would notice, to busy with their precious school and mundane lives. She settled herself and did what she always did, she waited for someone to being the conversation, until then she waited him or her out.

[megumi]

Mito couldn't place it; the hostility belies something even more tragic when he sees it in his perspective. Why was there so much violence involved in society today? Why were humans so filled with the need to prove themselves superior to others? These questions had plagued his mind since the time when he began to think, began to see things on a whole new scale. But there was something out of sorts. The two entities, the new culture of viruses introduced were no mere human. They, in themselves were not subject to the same consequences as far as he was able to see. There was something more tragic, more inhuman, more godly tone to them, more so the goth looking boy. Nevertheless, he was still not curious enough to actually go after him. And as if on cue, the other new entity into his space left the room. He sighed but sent his cold blue eyes at the boy who initiated the assault. The boy relented at the coldness. It was his safety key, these brutes. No, though they were able to think they were nothing but safety parameters of his gigantic simulation facility and they knew this, he knew this. Mito only needs to snap his fingers and they were done.

~A melancholic tune plays out of nowhere~

He stopped thinking about such mundane things as he heard his cell phone's tone. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out. It was black in colour and most teens would probably recognize it as one of the top and latest model in the market today. A Toto doll hangs on a chain near top. He flipped it open and wasn't that surprised at the voice on the other line. "Okaa-chan?" Her voice was very sweet on the other line. It has become a habit of his mother to call him at random times during the day and ask how he was doing, if the money they sent arrived, was he eating well and all those stuffs that normal mothers would ask. "I'm alright. Yeah. I know okaa-chan. Hai..." At that he flipped it close. It was a strange thing indeed. Was there that triggered inside him that made him a bit relieved to hear her voice? he thought. Love was something of no consequence to him, of no value. Indeed such filial piety was a normal reaction to those who bore you into this world, but Mito was beyond that, or so he convinced himself. There was no need for such humane attributes to remain in his system. They were only fail safes, a back-up that keeps everything together. Like a double ledger, the other to keep the usual transactions and the other to record the more 'exquisite' dealings. Why were humans so awfully mundane? It was not long in his pondering that a woman entered the room.

Seeing as he was the leader of this brigade of learners, he stood up and claimed a command for the class to greet the teacher. But truth be told he was at a loss. Although all of his classmates identified the teacher in front of him as Ms. Lang, he on the other hand could not place her face anywhere in his memory. Was the teacher ever this vivacious, has she ever had those dark eyes? And those clothes, they were ill befitting the previous owner of such glorious and stalwart member of the academe. Primarily not only her looks was different, but the over all aura of her scholarly fashion was rather off set, out put and non-committal. The only deduction that he could make was that said teacher had an overnight epiphany for the Ikebukuro look? Or for a rather radical change that would put Shibuya's ganguro to shame? All the while, he willed the strange feeling of uneasiness that seemingly tried to engulf him, his critical mind was accessing several possibilities that might come to mind.

"Who... are you?" The words came out rather quickly for his taste but he needed to ask or by some far chance, it is Ms. Lang and he was just sorely mistaken. Then again, seeing Shinigami, these Hollows and physically, dare he say, spiritually enhanced humans, things were never really easily discerned no more from natural phenomena. Most likely construct a more viable outcome for his answer, he was awaiting her disprove his question by saying her full name, or relinquish her hold on the visage of that proper woman. "I'm sorry if I am mistaken, but I know the entire faculty as well as all the substitutes... Unless by some fluke I had not come upon the information." He was fishing, true. But he really needed to know. He hated not knowing and as long as his question remains unanswered, he would remain standing; no matter how rude it may seem.

~Meanwhile~

Akito only sighed as he came out upon an empty hallway. He veered his head left and right hoping to see even a sliver of the Wind God's shadow. The God was quite fickle when it came to humans but he could not still place why Ikiro would want to be in a place like this. He sighed again, as it was his job to guard the God, hence his attendance for this little folly was indeed necessary. Ikiro was a stalwart intellectual and silent, but that also means he needed to work harder for the man suddenly disappears when he wants to. Worse, he seems to like to be alone most of time which makes it even harder for him. He wondered why Ikiro even gave him the job anyway. Gods were powerful, why do they need to have a Guardian? But he knew the answer. They did not want to interfere. As much as possible, they seem to take the side of neutrality, meaning that Guardians respond not to these neutral will and act on their own. As such, they can protect and fight for the Gods without consequence. But then again, Ikiro knew he didn't want to fight, the main reason why he took him in the first place. The man was a mystery, even through the years he has worked for him. In a sense, he works for a man, no a God of neutrality and he himself being neutral needs to protect him from an alignment. That still sounded weird but it was still a feasible prospect.

"Where... is he?" A jerk for a God. He just had to mimic a human signature making it close to impossible to track him. Akito whipped around almost knocking a boy down when he suddenly did so, books flying everywhere as the boy was carrying them. He smiled rather sheepishly and started to pick the books up and he remembered he was supposed to be a girl. Girls were supposed to be meek in the human world right? Timid and shy...? But he had to admit those girls in that room was by no means fitting the stereotype he put them in. They were more frank, perkier than what he thought they were, an opposite from Seireitei with its serious women, stern and very astute. Not that hesaw anything wrong with the ones here. It was just a matter of place and time. He slowly picked up the books, the boy blushing as he thanked him. And as the male was already there, he made it a point to ask and thankfully, the boy was able to point him to the direction of the school building's roof. Typical for him to be there he thought. Giving his apology and thanks, he sprinted around a corner, making sure nobody sees him, he jumped out of he window legs first before using his hands to propel himself upward. Twisting his slender body in mid-air he flipped about and landed gracefully on the roof. Lo and behold, the God of Wind was there.

"Mou~ you just have to make a scene on our first day? Ikiro-sama, whatever happened to being inconspicuous?" he asked, pouting as the God played a tune. It was a beautiful tune and it easily reminded him how powerful the man was, despite his very human behaviour. It was calming, a serene tone that reminded him the beauty of the Land of the Gods. It reminded him the first time Ikiro took him there, it took his breath away. He smiled an earnest and happy smile. Ikiro was really a handful, but sometimes, just sometimes he was someone that he really could see to be the most amazing God of all. But of course, he still hadn't answered his question.

"By the way, you haven't answered me yet! How do I look?" He asked, twirling around showing off his Karakura High girl's uniform. He was rather excited about trying it on, having no idea what kind of fashion sense humans have. But of course, he instantly fell in love with it and he didn't care if it was for girls. He was always like a child, even around Ikiro who, for the most part seemed to have gotten used to his antics. But then again, he wasn't really one with surprises as Akito was as open as a child's play book.

[ikiro Shikara]

The Melody played on and on and came from every were as if a orchestra were playing it the piece was a complex tone in witch many would fail at do to the lagth of time you needed to exhale making this even more tempting a Peace for many a artist Ikiro him self was something of a genius when it came to music from Oprah to hip hop to rock it did not matter to him it was all the same and his voice could be misconstrued as haunting was perfect a night N Gale his lyrics falling into place were ever they needed to be to preform a symphony with a sigh he knew his Cross dressing guard would show up soon it Bright a smile on his face though the simplest of smile's but a smile none the less he held out his arm as if turning the flute into harp and started to play again this happened for awhile as he twisted the dirt in the air to string's and played the same melody the adults and teenagers were staring up trying to find the source of the music but to no avail

after a few minutes he played again with the flute made of wind yet of a more smilier quality he him self hated his home the wight walls and wight grass and wight buildings with the wight sky and the perfect tempter such things were as ugly to him as his sister's vanity not a lick of color could be found at the higher plain and it again made him sick it was like a air tight cage meant to be claustrophobic *Disgusting* that was the word to use though not in such a trivial sense of the word it was disgusting in the mind's eye there was no balance in that world only a neutral sense of order there was no chaos to disrupt the peace *Ugly* and on that thought his young guard hopped up on the roof a bit flashy yes but still

hear he was getting lectured by a boy who's age he could count on his fingers how he had fallen but some how he liked the way thing's were now the pleasant chaos something he him self could never do the gusted was not meant to protect the god's or to keep balance in fact it was the exact opposed the guard was meant to protect the races in the off chance the god's would go bazerk but that had never happened in history such a monstrosity would not be allowed to happen yet some times he thought about it would it be ok to go on a elemental world wide charge to create chaos would to be ok to give the humans a run for there money to prove they are worth wile to protect *no* they were not and so he sat there playing his own Melody and then stopped

" he started it humans can be for lack of beater word a vindictive lot thus he needed to learn his place in such matures as for the dress i would have preferred you look normal for the first day at lest i wore my appropriate uniform "

His deep set eye looked up at his *Partner* with a small lick of teasing as he seemed to vanish pulled away peace by peace until there was no more arriving behind the boy his arm's rapped around his neck as he bent down and nibbled on his ear a bit smiling though he would not go much farther he liked to play with him he always seemed to get flustered at the small contact over the years he had figured out the ear was his weak spot as he stopped he began to whisper to him the Velvet vice becoming husky with the Sudan change of tone

" it Early is to bad your a guy and your in love with my brother it really is but on that note iv also fallen in love "

His voice rang out clearly within the school s if it were something alive and could be touched as it traced down ones spine it was his voice the voice ikiro had always had the voice that seemed to play with ones emotion's and then cast them aside but that was not ikiro just his voice he was giggling and it was slowly escalating he grinned Ikiro in love that was something most thought unheard of but it had to be true why would he lie about something so absurd no it was the truth he had fallen in love with a shinigami no less love at first site is what they called it he could still remember how his heart beat it was like a drum a fast paced rhythm the type you get with a heart attack and he loved it

[Iwahara/ Tsukiko]

Tsukiko was happily in her own little world, right now out of everything that was happening around her, she was thinking of being fed grapes and having huge leaves fan her. She sighed for a moment; it was the simple things in life that always made her feel better. However, something happened that did not usually happen, her dream of serendipity was interrupted by an obnoxious little boy and his preconceived notions of grandeur. As she waited for someone to take the reins, she had mistakenly wondered into a day dream that was rather pleasant, a big dark forbidding chamber, 12 man servants taking care of her, and two huge mirrors so she could gaze at herself, she was naked of course. There was a ringing, someone’s device was ringing, and it was annoying sound, she wanted to crush it. Like an ant trying to play a gorgeous harp, it just was impossible; it was tinny and sounded like planko, just a horrid affront to her ears. Tsukiko was instantly thrust from a wonderful dream into the harsh reality of being a teacher, a teacher of children who have no desire to learn.

She tapped her foot for a moment, her high heels clicking on the floor as she waited patiently for the young man to get off his device. She adjusted herself and stared blankly at the class waiting for that opportunity to arise where someone always asks what we are waiting for. Low and behold, it was the young device male, like some sort of twisted nightmare he was once again the voice of annoyance and irresponsibility. He arose like some sort of serpent bent on eating a rat, claiming the room as if he was prince, king and emperor all in one jest, a pitiful excuse for any first impression. The other students became silent as there uncrowned king declared his intentions, sadly Tsukiko was shocked and nearly scoffed at his affront.

"Who... are you?"

His reply came hastily and without preservations, her first response was automatic, her got up out of her seat like she had sat on a needle, quickly the chair had fallen on the ground, bending over the desk she proceeded to stare him down.

"I'm sorry if I am mistaken, but I know the entire faculty as well as all the substitutes... Unless by some fluke I had not come upon the information."

Her eyes narrowed as if by some random chance of fate she was cleared of all crimes brought against her, this boy had no idea her true nature, and lucky for her or perhaps ill luck, he had been correct in guessing. A smile came upon her face, like a cat who had finally found the mouse’s hole. Like sensual silk, her voice cooed out to the crowd of children, floating in the air like a dream or whisper, a strand of pure physical lust and energy all rolled into one beautiful sound.
“Now, you surely jest, for one to so easily forget their teacher of all this time is simply, dare I say, moronic. Perhaps you should refresh everyone’s memory since your little game has lost its fun, tell the class where we are, what we are doing here, and especially who I am” Her eyes twinkled, oh the simple joys on enraptured youth, caught up in hormones and crazy wants and desires, the feeling of youth was intoxicating at times, and yet always immaturity burst through at the worst possible times.

Tsukiko looked down at Miss. Lang’s nails, perhaps it was something about this body that just upset her, but her nails were horrible, she rubbed her thumb along one hands nails, as if by divine intervention they grew into beautiful luscious red painted beauties, of course she did the same with the other hand. Finally, with nails, she ran them through her hair, and noticed her ears were naked. She startled herself that she forgot to give herself earrings, glazing over her ears, two wonderfully golden and deep onyx earrings dangled into place. She felt better, this woman’s chest was not quite big enough to support a full blow necklace and her wrists and fingers were not perfect enough for rings or bracelets, but that did not stop her from making sure her covered feet had painted toenails. She ran her hand through her hair once again and flung it back, it was so good to be the queen.

[megumi]

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