Prepare to be bewitched!

Affiliated with - strings of fate. Junior/Dorm S-1

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I can't be in l-

[foxyfamiliar]

“No,” He replies sharply, and then he falls silent again. He’d rather just stay here with his face buried in her hair, not talk about feelings. That was so gross. Tomoe grumbles under his breath, pulling himself away from Zakuro.

He gives her an annoyed glare before turning his head away. “I feel like such a kit and it’s all your fault.” What would everybody say if they saw how weird he was acting now? It was unprofessional of him as a familiar to fall in love with the first place, and to top it all off he was acting so embarrassingly…his lower lip juts out in an unattractive pout.

Point blank, Tomoe did not know how to phrase what he was thinking. The words jumbled and shook in his head, confusing him more than he already was at the moment. It sucked. “Zakuro- pomegranate-” He quickly corrects himself with a scowl. “I…” Ugh.

[notailhere-blog]

If Zakuro hadn't been confused, she was now, ears flickering in question. What the heck was up with him anyways? Sure the youkai male always seemed to do weird stuff, but this topped it all off. "Hey!" She started, a huff parting from her lips, face twitching into a scowl. "Why are you blaming this on me? You aren't even making any sense, you moron." It was quite endearing to see the expressions filtering through his face and the pout even made it all that much better. Has he ever pouted before..? Cute..She though, fingers idly rubbing behind his furred appendages in the hopes that it calmed him down from whatever was going inside his mind.

"I have no idea what's even happening, but.." If whenever he looked back up at her, he would see a small smile aimed in his direction. It was impossible to stay annoyed at him for too long.

"Stop babbling so much and take a few deeps breaths and just say it." She hummed, her fingers finally ceasing their petting action as she lowered it back to her lap.

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[❋] Futureperfect (OPEN)

» One of his teachers demanded a typed paper. Double-spaced, 12pt Times, three pages. Those were the precise instructions he was given. Simple enough. The issue lies within the technology, however.

Miran Froaude seated himself in the library. Most “typed” papers were produced from “computers”, were they not? That is the conclusion he came to. He will have to at least start on his paper today if he wishes to finish it. 

” Let’s see… “

» The issue lies in the question “Where do I begin?” He hasn’t the faintest of ideas how to even start the typing process. What does it entail? What does he have to do? Foreign symbols and the like were organized on the computer screen. Honestly, he was at a loss. Asking for assistance would be a little embarrassing for someone his age. He has no choice but to figure things out on his own. That’s how it always worked, and the end product were often, if not always, satisfactory.

Unfortunately, computers are fickle creatures. Miran struggled with clicks and unintentional command inputs until the machine could handle no more.

» Well, shit.

[notailhere-blog]

Clutched in her arms, Zakuro held a few library books that she had borrowed for her studies. They were soon to be due in a day, so she decided on taking them back so she wouldn't get in trouble. With her foot, she nudged the door open, ears flickering at the sounds around her. Once she dropped the books into the proper returning place, she straightened back up, a flash of blue catching her attention. Glancing over, eyes narrowed as she stared at the computer.

That wasn't supposed to happen, was it? From what she knew, it was also formally called the 'Blue screen of death' It was a rather odd name, but she supposed she could understand where it came from. Jeesh..he must be completely new to these things.

Not even her, who had grew up in a rather old lifestyle knew how to work a computer. It was simple knowledge that Kushimatsu had given to her. "It wouldn't be bad to help right..?" Muttering this to herself, she shrugged her shoulders and sauntered on over, hair fluttering over her shoulders as she did so. "Having trouble?" There was a hint of amusement in her voice, fingers beginning to tap a few codes into the keyboard. It wasn't soon that the machine shut down, and when the half-spirit turned it back on, the blue screen was gone, returning it back to it's main screen. "There." Her ears were perked up high, showing off how prideful she was in knowing how to fix something like this.

[notailhere-blog]

I can't be in l-

[foxyfamiliar]

He says nothing at first, instead opting to let Zakuro pull him into the room. Tomoe had to bask in the heat for a few seconds at the very least; it was very nice, and he felt his ears wiggling thankfully for the change in temperature. After he was done adjusting to the heat he sighed, his expression twisting into something unreadable. He was starting to regret coming here already for various reasons, none of which he really wanted to admit aloud.

“Be quiet,” He hissed right back, kicking his zori off. Although he regretted coming here, there was no turning back now. He marches towards the bed and grabs Zakuro by the arms, pushing her back onto the mattress so that he could clamber on top of her. “I can’t believe you.” She was so intent on making him leave and the next thing you know she wants to know where he had went. He stares down at her and curls his lip, showing off sharp fangs. Yeah, Tomoe never was good at dealing with crushes.

He lets go of Zakuro’s arms and places his hands on either side of her head, leaning forward until he could feel her breath tickling his chin. Parting his lips, Tomoe takes a deep breath and flicks the tip of his tail. She’d just gotten out of the shower…his  expression wavers a bit. “Ugh,” he groans, burying his face in her still-wet hair. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t stay mad at her for long—and for no reason. This was so puerile and useless.

“I can’t do this. This is all your fault, you know.”

[notailhere-blog]

Before Zakuro could even retort, she was pushed back onto the bed, ears perking up, and cheeks quickly flaming a dark red. It was mostly since he had gotten ontop of her. She remembered the first time, and those brought embarrassing memories. "W-What are y-" What the heck had she done? He looked furious, but she was pretty sure she hadn't said anything to get him to look like that. "Tomoe I.." His words caused a scowl to appear on her lips, fingers reaching up to press into his back. "Hey, don't you dare blame something on me like this out of nowhere!" She growled, while she squirmed a little underneath him.

"I don't even know what you're going on about! A little help would be nice." Her slim fingers trailed up his back with a little hesitation, fingers patting at his silver hair. Was this how someone comforted another? She had no clue. It was worse that it was Tomoe. Licking her lips, she swallowed back whatever she was going to say, more flustered by the minute. Those stupid butterflies were back. Hopefully he didn't hear her heart racing.

Her fingers finally stopped the petting and she poked Tomoe on the side of his head. "Can you stop acting like this..? It's kind of weird." She murmured. Hands went to instinctively press onto his back, fingers curling inward.

[notailhere-blog]

I can't be in l-

[foxyfamiliar]

Tomoe had been…’out of commission’ these past few days, let’s say. It’s because mun is an idiot who can’t keep her muses in line He took some time out of his schedule (and by some, I mean a few days) to leave campus and just wander around, but as soon as he got back he began to wonder if that was such a good idea. Did schools even allow that sort of thing? Nanami once shrieked about failing a grade from missing days of school…but did it matter if Tomoe failed a grade? He hadn’t even needed to attend school in the first place.

Absences and school aside though, his days of leave were filled with nothing but leisure and…thinking. A lot of it, too. It wasn’t anything deep though, nothing worthy of the infamous ‘look out into nothing and have a meaningful expression’ stare. Actually it was something much more childish—specifically, it was about girls. Yeah, just girls. Every once and a while Tomoe would grumble under his breath and wonder why they were such fickle things with high standards and bad attitudes, and then he’d scowl a childish scowl and cross his arms over his chest.

He just didn’t get it. He didn’t get her.

This was no recent thing, either. Ever since turning his servitude over to the new land god, Tomoe’s had issues with most girls he met afterward. But Zakuro was a whole new case: he had issues with her and he fancied her, for god’s sake. That wasn’t a good mix and he knew it, and although he had more than enough experience with shaking off his feelings for certain girls he could not do it in this case; it was impossible.

At this point Tomoe thought he was going crazy and decided to return back to the campus, afraid that staying away from the school for too long would drive him to some odd phase of insanity. It was getting sort of chilly too; it was nearing August and it was beginning to rain more than usual, leaving a damp chill hanging in the air. His ears flattened against his head and his tail curled in on itself, trying to preserve the last few dregs of heat left before it became a quivering mess. He really ought to get somewhere warm, perhaps his dorm, but…

The kitsune swerved sharply on his heel and began to walk in the direction of the girl’s dorms, intent on paying a visit to the little pomegranate first. He’d end this dumb thing one way or another, and then get his mind off of it for the rest of his time at the school.

[notailhere-blog]

Zakuro, on the other hand, decided that taking a bath would help to ease her troubled mind. It was a rather quick shower, and she had dried herself off, putting on some matching underwear and bra, before slipping on a simple light brown shirt.

Walking over to her dresser, she grabbed the brush which she began to run through her hair, letting out a small grunt when it got tangled in a few knots. "Maybe I should cut my hair.." She mused, fingers fiddling with the ends of some damp locks.

Setting her brush down, she walked over to her bed and picked up her shorts, which she quickly shimmied them on. She was about to put her towel away when a knock on her door caused her ears to perk up. Who the heck is coming to visit me at this time..?After she opened up the door, she peeked out, a look of surprise coming over her face. "Tomoe?" It soon turned into a scowl, as she opened the door up a bit more.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed out through her lips. Was he seriously crazy in coming back to the girls dorm again? What if he got caught? She was not going to get in trouble because of him. Reaching over, she grabbed him by the arm and tugged him inside, closing the door shut behind him. "Where the hell have you been? I haven't seen you around campus in a while." Had she been worried? Just a little, but she wouldn't tell him that. Sure they hung out before he vanished, but Zakuro had wondered what happened that made him do that. "Idiot.." She muttered, before sitting on the edge of her bed, fingers rubbing at her forehead.

[notailhere-blog]

I can't be in l-

"Impossible." Was the first thing that she muttered, that came out of her lips. Ears were perked up high on her head, giving the occasional twitches here and there and sometimes lowering. "It's impossible. There's no way that.." Trailing off, her arms crossed over her chest, an ugly scowl forming on her lips. What was Zakuro going on about now? Well it was Tomoe. That stupid idiot always seemed to do something that got on her nerves.

Most of her thoughts were on that kiss that he had given to her. It had been out of nowhere, and while at that time, she had been a little peeved that her first kiss had been taken, she also had enjoyed it. Of course, she didn't tell Tomoe this and the morning after Zakuro discovered that he stayed in her room, she kicked him out, ignoring him for about half a day. A week passed by, and then another, and the two went on with normal life as usual again. Zakuro hadn't stayed mad at him for long. There was something odd that she noticed whenever she was around him, though. Her heart would race, and she would get more flustered than usual. There was also an odd feeling in the pits of her stomach. She had written to her friends back at home, hoping to get answers and they gave it to her; Love.

She was in love with Tomoe. It was impossible, there was no way that could happen, yet- She knew she was only lying to herself. Out of all the people who would gather my interest..it had to be him. Why?

Her fingers idly fiddled with the crumpled up piece of letter that she had received from Susukihotaru and the others. On it, each of them had written how happy they were for her, and congratulated the foxed eared girl. They also wrote lots of silly stuff at the bottom about writing back to them about how her dates went, to take lots of pictures, and to be safe whenever she decided to give herself to her love interest. God, they were so embarrassing. Sighing out softly, she folded the letter, tucking it away in a small drawer with the rest of the ones she had.

"I can't believe this.." What was she supposed to do now? It was weird being around Tomoe already, and knowing her feelings for him, she didn't want to do anything stupid.

[cupimus]

She didn’t understand what he meant.

Part of him didn’t wish for her to understand that he had slaughtered his own childhood friends while escaping the institute, that he had murdered each and every one of them, despite their desperate pleas for mercy. It was good he’d decided to interfere in time.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to manage that quite easily, being so airheaded.”

While she glowered vehemently, Hallelujah merely smirked in return, mismatched eyes brimming with harsh and bitter amusement. It was all only tempting him to frustrate her even more, push her even further.

“Whatever. Your opinion doesn’t matter.”

The meister’s darker side hardly cared for how others would see them both. Allelujah, on the other hand, had grown tired of such a response. It seemed Zakuro was plenty capable of handling his more… obnoxious personality, but that was all that was keeping him from forcing control once again.

[notailhere-blog]

"Haa..?" Ears swiveled at his words, and it took her a moment to response, cheeks burning dark red with anger and embarrassment. "HAAA? I'm not an airhead!" She growled out. If Zakuro had a tail, it would of been lashing behind her with irritation. So her ears, which had perked up a minute ago, soon lowered, showing her clear annoyance. This side of the male was getting on her nerves. He really was.

"Humph, if it's anyone I'd rather talk to, I'd prefer Allelujah. At least he has some manners, unlike you." She was also totally disregarding the fact that she was even interacting with a human. Realizing this, her nose wrinkled with distaste. "Humans can be so bothersome." She grumbled out. She wondered what Kushimatsu and the others were doing. Probably something fun. Reaching under her skirt, she tugged out a stick which had been delicately hidden there, giving it a twirl. This place is so boring..I wish there was something to fight against. Her eyes glanced over to Hallelujah and whatever thoughts came into her mind were quickly brushed aside.

No, there was no point in that. "Do you even handle any problems as a security guard? Or do you just dawdle around?" Besides the news of murder, having a job like this must of been pretty boring. With a little sigh, she idly threw the stick into the air, watching as it twirled before she expertly caught it as it went down. As she did so, it suddenly turned into a medium sized looking blade out of nowhere. Clutching onto it by the handle, she tilted her head to the side, eyes staring at Hallelujah. "Do you use any weapons? Like this?"

Just as quickly as her blade had appeared, it soon reverted back to it's original shape. "I haven't used this in a while." She muttered to herself.

[singing-devil]

It was interesting to him. So many times in the good ol’ city of Toshima, the place of previous employ, had scared rule breakers been forced into a corner like this. They’d cower, they’d bed for extended survival… but once every rare occasion.. One would just snap. They’d scream and fight and call him wondrous names. The only one that ever stuck though was ‘devil.’ Someone had the guts to call him a devil, and even if he were stupid to his core on account of daily beatings from his partner- there was a cruel and ever so realistic side to Gunji that only ever came out when it was him?

And one other person to see.

 ”So you aint a devil, hah? Ya aren’t evil?” he leered, no hesitation to take a step forward- but no further moves to insinuate he planned on straight up slicing her to pieces. 

“What does it all mean… heh… hehaaha…” but then a hand by his side did move, a slow aching twist up to her hair, black nails digging into to soft strands and up and up and up. Until they graced almost gently despite every inch of his sanity wanting to grab those adorable little ears and wrench on them hard to hear a gorgeous scream. Tips only felt the fur as if he were petting a real cat….. or fox.

“…cute.”

[notailhere-blog]

"No..I'm not evil. I didn't choose to become like this. This was just how I was born..It's how we all are." As he took a step closer, her fingers tightened on the stick in her hand on reflex. To Gunji, it would of looked just a rather simple looking thing, but Zakuro knew better. She knew the minute that she needed to use it, she wouldn't hesitate to change it into it's elegant blade form. She hoped that didn't happen.

Even though a part of her wanted to rip herself away from the other's touch, she held herself back. Her ears flickered a little, and swiveled, almost as if trying to dodge his touch, but in reality, she wasn't used to people touching them. Tomoe had been the first, but the stupid fox had caught her off surprise that day. Right now though, she was doing this in bribery.

"...I'm not cute." She muttered, an embarrassed expression appearing on her face. Deciding that enough had been enough, she took a step back, brushing some hair away from her face. "Do you know what being 'spirited away' means?"

[cupimus]

“That’s good.”

If she knew how to defend herself, then he had nothing to worry about. For nearly all of Allelujah’s life, he’d been involved in fights, battles, wars.. some even world-wide. He was a failed super soldier, but his skills were what made him so useful to Celestial Being, the organization he was in that fought for world peace.

If he had to fight, then he might as well fight for the sake of good things.

“Be safe too.”

“I will be, don’t worry.”

At the mention of his split personality, however, the meister tensed up, wary of how his other side might react, in return. ”..That’s a long story.”

It wasn’t every day that he went about, explaining his history to people he’d only just met, but Zakuro had already told him quite a lot about herself. He could only return the favor. “As a child, I was kidnapped from my family and put in a lab, where they erased my memories. Trying to make me a super soldier, the HRL Super Human Research Institute put me through a procedure for quantum brainwave surgery. That was when my other side was formed— when I awoke, I couldn’t even remember my name.. so someone dear to me decided on one for me.”

but it was already too late to fight back. Hallelujah didn’t want the girl to know any more.

“We are two sides to one person, of course I’m always here!”

He practically snarled at her, taking a threatening step closer.

“Forget what Allelujah told you.. it doesn’t matter.”

[notailhere-blog]

Honestly, she hadn't expected that he wouldAllelujah's words, caused Zakuro's ears to lower. It was shocking that something like that had happened. What was she supposed to do? Comfort him? She wasn't even good at that sort of stuff! It just sounds really awful..poor Allelujah.

Although, the threatening demeanor that the gentle man took on, caused a scowl to form on her lips. "How the hell am I supposed to forget it when he just told me everything, you idiot?" When he took a step closer, so did she, almost to the point that they were almost physically brushing against one another. Nobody intimidated her, and it wasn't going to change anytime soon. Her ears were now flat against her head, eyes brimming angrily and lips curled into a sneer.

God, if she had a list of people who annoyed her, Tomoe would be first, and Hallelujah would be second on it. Scoffing, she crossed her arms over her chest, giving the male a rather foul look. "Honestly.." They would of probably looked like a two teens arguing with each other to anyone passing by. That's not how you make friends, Zakuro.

[cupimus]

Perhaps he shouldn’t have bothered bringing the topic up. It had been brash of Allelujah, mentioning something so upsetting that could make others worry so much..

One might have told him that it was stupid, asking the students, that he should have gone to the officials, instead— but Allelujah felt that doing so would only alert the criminals, making him a target in the process, however many of them were out there. The students, of course, were sure to gossip, but that was easier to avoid.

Besides, he felt that there was a bigger chance of some of the teachers being the killers rather than the students, themselves. He had to stay wary of them… at least for the time being.

“I wish I could be of more help, but sadly I can’t.”

“That’s fine, I’m sorry for startling you. Just be careful, alright?”

He, himself, was surprised she’d never heard even the slightest rumor of the crimes that had occurred there. Maybe none had happened recently… in which case, that was quite a relief, but Allelujah felt that there was something more to the murders, something he was missing.

At least he wasn’t on a tight schedule. If the murderer(s) weren’t going to make any moves any time soon, then he didn’t have to rush with finding them. Of course, that didn’t mean he would take his sweet time with any of it, either. He wasn’t a detective, but he would do whatever he could to help the Academy.

[notailhere-blog]

Zakuro gave a small nod, arms folded across her chest. "Mm, don't worry about me. I have a blade that I can use to protect myself with, if ever necessary." Which, at the moment was currently hidden underneath her clothing in the form of a simple stick. She had been taught how to fight by Kushimatsu as she grew older.

She didn't think she would ever need to have a use for her weapon, but regardless, it came in handy at times. It's stick form had made it easy to transport it through school without it being detected. "Be safe too." She murmured, while giving a small nod of her head.

"So uhm..What's that thing with you having a second personality? Did you always have that?" It wasn't bad to ask, right? Right. Plus, she was curious. Zakuro has never meet someone like that before.

[cupimus]

Growing up must have been tough for her. Allelujah had had a terrible childhood, himself, having been kidnapped only to have his memory wiped so that he could be tested on in labs to become a sort of… human weapon. Not to mention the fact that he’d slaughtered his childhood friends while trying to escape the organization — or rather, Hallelujah had done so.

Still, had it not been for something so obvious as her ears, he wouldn’t have actually believed her. Where he came from, spirits were the least of his and his colleagues’ concern. It was tempting to reach out and test if they were actually real, but the meister was well aware of how rude such an action would be on his part. He decided to take her word for it all.

“I see…”

Although she seemed willing to answer whatever questions he might have wanted to ask, Allelujah was wary of how easy it would be to accidentally come across rudely. She was not an animal, no— in fact, he thought of her as a bit more glorified than any other typical human, being half-spirit— but it was apparent that she had been treated like one before, anyway.

“Anything else your curious about?”

“..No, not really. I think that just about answers everything.”

To be honest, he’d never believed in.. spirits or anything others might consider supernatural. His lifestyle had not given him any room to do so, the meister being so concerned with war and killing. So much had changed for him, as of late. Only a few years ago, he would never have believed that he’d ever work in an actual school with young students.

“Ah— But on a different subject, may I ask you a few questions? Apparently there have been multiple murders happening in this Academy, though none of the murderers have yet been caught.. so I’m doing an investigation to set things straight.”

[notailhere-blog]

Her ears had given a small swivel motion towards Allelujah's voice - Similar like how a cat's would do when sound was close by. In a way, that would be the only clue given to the adult that her ears were, indeed real and not some phony cheap cosplay some people do. The look on her face grew darker with his words, ears lowering.

"Murders..?" This relaxing looking school had those kind of crimes committed? Why the hell hasn't the police been called yet!? If Kushimatsu knew about this, she would most likely be pulled out from the school in a few minutes flat. "N-No..I've never heard of such news before until now." The possibility of knowing that the murderer was still wandering freely in school like that sickened her. What if she had bumped into her/him? Or they were one of her teachers? What if they killed more innocent students again?

I'm actually really glad that Susukihotaru and the others didn't come here, if anything bad happened to them, I'd..When it came to her friends, she was incredibly protective. No, they were more like sisters to her, as she has grown up with them since childhood. She remembered the last time Bonbori had been hurt by a rage-induced monster on the prowl, Zakuro had killed the beast without any sort of hesitation whatsoever. "I'm sorry." She gave a small tilt of her head, fingers clasped tightly behind her back. "I wish I could be of more help, but sadly I can't." It was still really shocking that she had been unaware of such things happening. She supposed the adults didn't want to frighten the students and bring chaos to the Academy.

[connivingbusinessman]

A risky investment. || Open

[connivingbusinessman]

Rufus had no reason to question her abnormal traits. As a man who employed a vast and powerful army, made into super-soldiers by the condensed essence of the planet in order to fight various monsters and things alike, he had no right or reason to be judgmental on someone’s otherworldly quirks. He had no more right to intrude upon peaceful normalcy than she did, and would not make a habit of calling out anyone’s glaring features, even if he felt a great sense of unease from them. 

He cast his glance off to the side for just a moment, brows knitting together deeply at the thought of being human. What was it, exactly, that made him human to her? Judging by those he’d already met, it had become more and more difficult to assign a species to any one being. However, he had a small, if not overly-apathetic idea of what the young girl meant.

“Perhaps you’re right. Humans— we are an incredibly meticulous, overly-curious bunch that are never satisfied with out fates.”

Even he wasn’t quite sure how to word such a thought, but he’d done well enough. His mind vexed him so when he was alone with his thoughts, and even if his current company had been delivered to him in the form of such a strange specimen— a mere child at that— he would not question it any longer. He turned to her, then, offering a single, raised brow.

“Yes, it is. Though my roster is presently barren— I will begin instruction in it soon enough.”

[notailhere-blog]

His words caused an almost thoughtful expression to filter onto Zakuro's face. It wasn't very often that someone caught her interest with the things he said, no less a human male. She usually never cared to hear of their words.

Sure, she kept telling herself that she really didn't like them all at much, for being shunned as a child for simply being a half-spirit, but was that really the truth? Could she really see herself hating them? Kushimatsu had once told her 'they fear what they do not understand. When you are older, you will realize not everyone is cruel.'

I wonder..what mother would think about that..She probably wouldn't be very pleased. Rubbing at the back of her neck, she glanced up at the ceiling, sighing out. "I guess so. Humans can surprise you in many different ways.." She murmured this part more to herself than to Rufus. "Hopefully your class isn't as rowdy as the ones I'm in. Such a pain." She grumbled, fingers rubbing at her cheek.

[notailhere-blog]

It seemed it hadn’t been necessary for him to have become so concerned over how Hallelujah had spoken to her, as had only been a natural instinct for him. This girl was entirely fine, though it had always been customary of Allelujah to worry over people — when fighting, even the very deaths of his enemies had upset him to a certain point.

He’d kept his job as a meister for Celestial Being for so long only because he had been made and tested to fight. As he’d believed for so long, he was only good for fighting, so it was best that he tried to gain something good for the world with the use of such skills.

“Nice to meet you, Zakuro.”

At the mention of her ears, however, he blinked, wary of the notion that he might have been staring at them in too obvious of a manner, straying from his usual mannerisms. “Ah— I don’t mean to be rude… they just seem to be so interesting.

“I’ve never seen anyone quite like you before.”

Hmm, that was the answer she was hoping she would get. Fingers came up to rub at the back of her head, fingers brushing over her furred appendage. "Don't worry, it's a pretty normal reaction. I always seem to get those everywhere I go." She gave a half hearted shrug, fingers fixing the bows holding her ponytail's in place, before hands lowered to her side.

Back at home, it was pretty common for the humans in the villages to not trust her or the rest of her friends. It had always been like that, ever since childhood. She was shunned for something she never had any control over. "I'm a half spirit." She started, hands clasped behind her.

"Have you ever heard of a demon? You know like in storybooks? I'm half human, half youkai kitsune." Her eyes broke away from Allelujah, fingers picking off some lint from her school uniform, almost in a way to distract herself. "That's how we are born. I have friends back at home just like me. When human women are pregnant, and get spirited away, they birth half-spirits." Talking about how they came to be wasn't something Zakuro normally did, but she felt that he needed a full explanation.

"..back then, half-spirits were usually shunned at birth, and some were either taken away from their mothers, or killed on the spot." Zakuro herself, had been the case of extreme prejudice the minute she arrived into this world. Luckily though, her mother had managed to escape with her, before anything bad happened. Maybe my mother would of been here if I hadn't been..

Letting out a sigh, she rose her arms above her head in a stretch, ears perked up high. "That's pretty much it, of what I am." She planted a hand on her hip, head tilted to the side. "Anything else your curious about?"

[cupimus]

Hallelujah, that’s more than enough now.

The sharp thought rang through his head, darker twin grimacing in response as his golden eye could be seen narrowing in bitter frustration. “Fine…” He breathed quietly, speaking to his other self, rather than the girl before him. This was dreadfully tiresome.

“You know I can’t fight against you.”

Soon, his hand had dropped limply back to his side, mismatched eyes holding a softer gaze within them as a brief sigh escaped his lips. Allelujah had regained control once again.

“Forgive me… He tends to get out of hand, though I hadn’t expected him to lash out like that at you.”

What an embarrassing situation for him to be in. At heart, Allelujah was a kind person, his lack of self-esteem and trust in himself making him cautious while in the company of others — and he had been so convinced that his other side had gone away for good, as well. Talk about bad timing.

“I’m a security guard here. I arrived only recently.”

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Zakuro's response to merely give a shrug of her shoulders, ears flickering idly. "It's alright. I've had worse thrown at me before." That meant that someone like Hallelujah couldn't possibly intimidate her. She was a half-spirit, who had gone through more dangerous situations in her life, and she was able to protect herself if needed.

A mere human with split personality problems was nothing compared to that. A small smug smirk lifted onto her lips, which she was hoping was seen by other side of Allelujah. Wow, Zakuro way to be insulting. That's only going to agitate him more.

"Ah..security guard, huh?" She was surprised. She would of suspected that he would be more along the lines of a teacher. "My name is Zakuro. I'm a junior here." Her head tilted to the side in a small nod of greeting, arms folded against her chest. "You must be wondering about my ears, right?" She had been fully aware of how the male had been staring at her. She got used to it, really.

[cupimus]

He could practically smell her uneasiness.

What was she, anyway? Her animal-like ears seemed strangely natural, but Hallelujah couldn’t possibly make out just how exactly such a.. mutation could ever be possible. Such a trait had to be a mutation, right?

Or was she, like him, a scientific experiment, tested on by people in white labcoats? Granted, the meister had never known any of his kind to have developed such peculiar physical characteristics, but the times changed quickly.

Clamping a hand over his blue-grey eye, he smirked.

“Idiot. I’m Hallelujah. The coward in my head is Allelujah.”

“Don’t get us mixed up again.”

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There could of been many explanations as to what she was, but none of what Hallelujah had been thinking, were correct. Her mother had simply been spirited away during pregnancy, and that was the result in how she came out to be. She wasn't anything out of the ordinary, besides her fox ears, and being half human.

Had it not been for the fact that she held herself back, she would of snapped at the other very quickly. She didn't like being called insulting names like that. Zakuro had a short fuse, and it was easily triggered by the slightest of things. To be able to not let it come out like this, was rather surprising. But she supposed it was something for the better.

She gave him a rather foul looking glare though, lips curling upward into a sneer to show two sharp incisors.

"Excuse me." She muttered under her breath, ears giving a displeased flicker. I'm not the one with a split personality. I really don't care whether I mess up your name or not. She would of rather talked to this Allelujah guy, then the person standing before her. "Are you a student or teacher here?" He looked quite young, so she really wasn't sure.

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 ”Awwww c’mon kitten, no need to be shy! I’ll take good care o’ ya, Promis—-” …

Suddenly his lips stopped with the stupid comments, for once he actually paid attention to what she said and thus caused a strange reaction. His face went blank, then took a certain darkness to it at the mention of ‘demon’. He stood strait.  Leered down.

 ”Demon… heh… Like the devil right…………… someone called me that… Devil… didn’t know what it meant…. I know what they are, kitty. I know.” Suddenly another urge quickly replaced that of his childish desire.

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The way his body just changed at the mention of what she was, caused her body to tense up, hands at her side. Was he the same as the people back at home? Those who hated her for what she was? The thought of it caused anger to flicker up inside, lips curling into a small snarl, sharp incisors peeking out.

Great, even here, she was despised. "I'm not a devil. I'm a half spirit." His words had struck a deep cord inside of her. She was insulted. She wasn't a beast, nor did she choose to be. It wasn't her fault that her mother had been spirited away, and the result had been her.

She took a step back, hands edging their way under the skirt she had on to pull out her stick, just in case. If she had to protect herself against Gunji, then she would. She really didn't want to fight though. "Those are two separate things. I don't know what that person told you, but we aren't evil." She didn't want to fight. She had promised Kushimatsu she wouldn't get in trouble. "Calm down, and..I'll let you touch my ears." She hated forcing herself to say this, but hopefully, just hopefully, it would revert him back to normal.

[singing-devil]

With the way he looked at her? he’d probably never even heard of a fox, let alone a half-spirit girl. Gunji just remained mesmerized by the furry protrusions from her head.

“I want it……….” absent mumbles. “Lemme touch ‘em.”

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It just took a minute for his words to register in her brain, cheeks turning a dark red. "...HAAA!?"

Gunji, pls. Think about what you're saying. "Are you crazy!?" She snarled out, said ears folding flat against her head in displeasure. "Like hell I'm going to let those nasty fingers get anywhere near me!" Touching someone's ears to her, was like touching their breasts or crotch. It was not allowed. Especially to a complete stranger. "Don't even think about it."

Or else her blade would be aimed at his neck. Giving an indignant sniff, she crossed her arms, eyeing the other with a look of distaste. "Do you know what demons are? That's what I am. I'm just half human, have demon. But where I'm from they are called half-spirits."

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“Hah!”

Hallelujah guffawed loudly, mismatched eyes gleaming with sharp malice. What an idiot she was… at least, that was what the meister’s darker side believed. Allelujah, on the other hand, was remaining in silent resignation, exasperated by his split personality’s poor behavior.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.. I was speaking to Allelujah!”

He stepped closer to her, gaze narrowing as he stared coldly. Allelujah had finally stirred, behaving as a silent conscience that tried to regain control over Hallelujah.

This had all become quite tiresome.

I think this guy has..a split personality or something. That could of explained the reason why he spoke to himself. Her face betrayed no sort of emotion as the other male came closer, ears giving a small twitch. Ugh, talk about breaking personal space.

"Right. Allelujah." Arms folding across her chest, she eyed the other, head tilting to the side. "Name's Zakuro. Nice to er..meet you, I guess."