Chapter 2 - Doar Prima zi...
(Just the First Day…)
Chapter 2 - Doar Prima zi...
(Just the First Day…)
“Welcome to my lovely and glorious school, I’m Headmaster Kaien Cross, Founder of Cross Academy, and I’ve heard so much about you, Raven!” The man with dark blonde hair had sang, as he rose from his huge plush chair, and crossed the room, his arms stretched out to her as if to hug her.
With only a step away from her, she dropped her things, which clattered to the floor, and flipped him over her shoulder, only by his arm, which he landed on his back behind her with a loud thud.
She turned, dusted herself off, and growled coldly, “Don’t…you ever…try to…hug me…” She gave him a murderous glare, as she looked down the bridge of her nose at the odd Headmaster.
Out of her peripheral vision to her left, she saw the guy who carried her luggage to the office, with his eyes wide, and his mouth open, as if amazed. The Headmaster, however, was totally concerned and appeared in a state of shock. At least five minutes later, a huge grin filled his face. “You can also be a school guardian, like my little Yuuki and Zero!!!” He exclaimed happily. “You are fully capable of it, and not to mention well-trained!”
“A what? With who?” Raven asked, with a confused tone and look.
The guy with the interesting appearance sighed. “Basically, you’re pretty much the mystery security of this school. We create a path for the night class to go to their building, and inform the day class to go to their dorms and to keep them as separated from the Night Class and organized as possible…As for the other guardians entrusted to this task, I’m Zero Kiryu, and I work with Yuuki Cross, the Headmaster’s daughter. Although, she can be quite a pain, when we do work together.”
Raven felt confused with all this new-found information about the night class and the day class, although she had been well-aware of what they were, but couldn’t comprehend them well, but in the back of her mind, she thought about her fifth birthday, with the sounds of her parents’ murders’ voices when they had said, Let’s go…Nobody else seems to be here…Damn humans…
“But why me? And what is with the night class and the day class thing? Also, why the hell, would you bother to adopt me anyway? You clearly already have an adopted daughter, who is probably more successful than I am, anyway!” Raven barked, mainly to keep herself from rushing out the door from recalling the day her parents died for the second time today.
Headmaster Cross’s face had sobered into a grim and serious one, a facial expression she wasn’t even sure he was even capable of, as he rose from the ground, closing his office door. As he adjusted his coat neatly, and dusted off his light pink scarf, he had inquired, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “Raven, do you recall the day your parents were murdered?”
Raven froze. How could he, a person that she only knew for the few moments, know anything about her fifth birthday? Nobody knew about that day, except for a few of her first foster parents who had asked, and she gave a brief, child-like explanation of what she had heard, referring to the voices as monsters. She trembled slightly, and answered with a hesitant, “Y-Yes…”
“I’m sure you know what a vampire is, correct?” He asked a second time, this time, looking her in the eye.
Vampires? What did a mythical creature have to do with anything, like her parents murder? “Yeah, I’m fully aware of what a vampire is, now what the hell does it have to do with my parents?”
With a sigh, he replied, “Raven…Your parents were murdered by vampires, on the day of your fifth birthday…They had made arrangements with a clan that when you were born, you would be kept as whatever they had planned you to be…In other words, you had solely belonged to them, only because your parents made a deal with them, but after you were born, your parents changed their names and tried to run away and hide, keeping you safe for almost six years. Until the day you turned five, that is…They had discovered where you were, and they had went to kill all of you, but since they were unable to find you, they had presumed you were killed…After I had heard about you from Rena and Samuel, over the phone, and that you were open to adopt and keep, if I wished, and of course there was no question that I did want to adopt and keep, I told them to bring you to me, so here you are. Yuuki and Zero also have a past with vampires, but only those who are aware about vampires are the school’s guardians…The Night Class is our dedicated class of vampires, and our Day Class is our dedicated class of humans.”
Class of vampires. It echoed in Raven’s head, and she felt herself pale. Her parents had made a deal with vampires, and were murdered by them, all be cause of her. She also felt dizzy and felt herself swoon a bit, and not in the good way. Vampires were real? Vampires, the blood-sucking leeches of myths, legends and folklore, were real? She really was confused and light-headed. Until she felt steady hands on her shoulders, shaking her slightly. “-ven? Raven?”
“Huh? What?” She asked, confused, as she blinked up and met Zero’s eyes, who had been the one currently holding her, and shaking her gently.
“Raven, are you alright?” He asked. She was unaware that he was trying to get her out of her deepening thoughts. His crimson gaze held her ice blue one. She felt her face heat up, like it had earlier that day when she met him.
As her face flushed, she seized both of his wrists, and simply tossed him, as if he weighed nothing more than a sack of potatoes, behind her, and heard another loud thud and crash. She spun around, panting heavily, and muttered, seeing Zero in a pile of broken wood, which probably was the desk before she tossed him, “I’m…fine…”
“M-My desk!!” The Headmaster sobbed. He rushed over the remains of it, and recovered a photograph that had been in a pile of broken glass and such, “My picture!” The photo had been of a younger Zero, and a short haired brunette girl, who shyly hid behind him. Headmaster held it as if it were nothing more than a baby.
She winced regretfully, and said, with a sort of apologetic tone, “I’m sorry about your desk and picture frame…I have enough money to pay for the damages for each.” She reached into her pocket, and pulled out roughly 2,000 yen. “And tuition for this year…”
Zero looked up at her, from the pile of the broken desk, with a confused look on his face. Headmaster Cross shook his head and waved his hand, before saying, “I’ve adopted you, and this is something that happens quite often. I don’t need any of your money Raven.” He smiled warmly, and gave a sort of chuckle. He turned his gaze to Zero, and said, sweetly, “Would you be a dear, and go fetch Yuuki? It’s almost time for the Day Class to return to their dorms for the night. Raven will join you when you return.”
Zero had returned to his feet, and dusted his black uniform off, and straightened his tie, mumbling something incoherent under his breath, before exiting the office, opening and closing the door behind him.
“Now, Raven, I have your uniform right over here…” Headmaster Cross had said, as he pulled a box from under his plush chair and handed it to her. “You are allowed, as the school guardian just as Zero and Yuuki, to have full use of my bathroom to shower and dress for the morning and night, and say nothing to the other students about this job. As I’ve told Zero, you’ll be briefed on how it works.”
Raven took the uniform, and walked to the open door with the bathroom and shower inside, closing and locking the door behind her. She placed the box onto the counter, and opened it, as if it were nothing more than a usual gift. Inside, were a pair of brown boots that were longer than ankle high, a skirt and matching jacket were black and lined with silver rose cuffs and white patterns, lining both, along with a pressed white long dress shirt, a red ribbon (presumably for tying as a neck ribbon), and a pair of black stockings that looked like they’d reach her knees.
Her fingers caressed the material, finding it oddly nice under the pads of her fingers, which was very interesting. If there was such thing as a cotton-silk uniform, then this was it. She looked down to her sweater, jeans, and pair of dirty and old tennis shoes, and her matted pitch black hair. She frowned and finally began to remove her clothes, and carefully redressed in the uniform.
Tying the ribbon around her neck and examined herself in the mirror. She looked too formal and preppy as the rumors she had heard about, so she quickly untied it from her neck and used it as a hair ribbon, so that instead of her hair covering her face, only the long bangs she had framed it.