Mahou Shoujo/Shounen★Magica (Role-play)

[size=12][size=14]M[/h]orning; Menolly's favourite time of day. It always felt so fresh, like a new start - like she could do anything. She looked into the mirror and started tying her long, white hair into twin braids. She grinned, peering into the glass closely with her bright blue eyes, clipping her two favourite pins into her bangs. They were in the shape of stars. Menolly nodded in satisfaction at her reflection, patting down her uniform one more time, and scampered out of the bathroom.

Grabbing her bag, she stepped outside of her apartment and locked the door, slipping her key into a pocket. She breathed in deeply, feeling the crisp air of morning and promises wash over her. Turning on her heels, she made her way down the stairs to the ground and started her walk to school.

Humming along the way, she sang the words to her song under her breath,
"I am somehow left behind in this city, a soundless place, a world where nothing is real..."

| OoC|| it wasn't bad, yoshii. c: you're doing well. |[/h]

((OOC: Note that the 20th of April on the year of 2050 is actually Wednesday, Yoshii. Also, don't post only for chit chatting. Its only allowed when you're talking while making an actual RP post.))

It was Wednesday Morning.


Elizabeth did not like Wednesday mornings.

Unlike the refreshing feeling of Monday, or the completeness of Friday, Wednesday was a bleak day suspended in the middle of the week, reminding her of the morons she was forced to share class with, and the copious amounts of homework her teachers loved to task them with.

Lazily sighing, Elizabeth adjusted her ribbon in her dark-brown-and-white uniform and smiled satisfied. At least her uniform was impeccable like always.

Quickly making her way downstairs, Elizabeth picked up the local copy of The Times and sat at the dinner table, her chair positioned to overlook the salon. From there, through the wall of glass, one could see the skyline of Tokyo, stretching out into the infinity in soft glow of the morning light.

Taking a bit of a toast, she looked upon the city, and could already hear her gears turning. As the capital of Japan, Tokyo offered almost limitless possibilities...limitless ambition. It had been almost a blessing to be sent here. In some many shadows, there was so much that a Moriarty could do...

"Moran". She absentmindedly called out into the kitchen. "I won't be coming straight home tonight."

"Will you be going to the Hub again madam?"
"Yes. Make the arrangements".

Moran was an old friend of the family - by that she meant her "real" family, and a former SAS operative. From what she could gather, the man was hired by her aunt after he was discharged from SAS. She had no idea what her aunt could need a man like that in nation as complacent as Japan, but he was useful in keeping the absurdly large studio. And in ferrying her around. And keeping that harpy of aunt off her back too.

The Hub itself was Tokyo's, and by extension, Japan's, biggest club. Theoretically, 16 year old girl, no matter how pretty, could not go in. But there were ways.


Sweet-talking a son of Yakuza boss, blackmailing his older sister with video of her having sex with said brother, playing friend to an influential rising "senpai" in fields of entertainment. Oh yes, there were ways.

Elizabeth inwardly smiled. Playing people like pieces wasn't all that different from subtly correcting her math teacher's botched equation. A little brush there, a rub here and there, and everything was fine. No trace of suspicion.

She felt better now, and enthusiastically finished her toasts and bacon. Perhaps this Wednesday would be good. Who knows, maybe something nice would happen in that dreary school for change too?


(((OOC: I wrote this mainly to flesh out Eli's background, and show that she's an all-out bitch with no redeeming qualities. Well, this *is* Madoka we're talking about, so any kind of Maho Shojou is possible, right?)))

It was 7am and Usami still laid on her bed tired from last nights work. Going to school and working was harsh on her sometimes.

"I really wonder why I bother with school anyways not like I don't know what I want to do already." She thought to herself as she started getting out of bed.
She heated up some water and used it to make instant noodles since it was all she had time to make. After getting all her stuff ready and finishing her noodles she headed out to school.

"I probably should get a bike already if I'm gonna keep coming to school." Usami thought to herself as she looked at her watch.

After barely making to class Usami headed to her seat. As usual she could hear the same gossip going around from her classmates, though she really didn't care as far as it concern her nobody really notice her and that was fine with her the less attention she got the better.

"I guess there talking about princess over there like always" Usami told herself as she open her bag and took out a book and started reading.

((OOC: The following two posts are joint posts between users "Raikadashi" and "A Thousand Suns". Kinda.))

A sudden jolt runs through the man's body, as his empty consciousness is harshly split by reality, his senses sending unrelenting pulses to his mind. His awareness rises, and he opens his eyes. The man lay atop his bed, covered in clean and neat sheets, arranged uniformly and his posture orderly and refined. The man momentarily stares straight at the ceiling above him, as the slight after-sleep weariness subsides. He was now wide awake. He quietly arises from his bed, taking off the sheets that embraced him, but gentling doing so, out of concern for another... He stands upright from his bed, and takes a moment to stretch out his body, as well as properly making his bed. He looks at the digital clock in his room.

"Six twenty-four... I seem to be a bit late today." The man sounds a tad regretful, but smiles gladly, nonetheless. He cannot help but feel happiness, sleeping under the same roof of the one he loved. The man, ignoring his untidy hair and clothing, begins to walk to to the door that led to the hallway outside, but he stops after several steps.

"Ahh... I don't think she's working today... I'll let her sleep in." His expression seemed comforted by the thought, with his blissful smile as he looks back at the bed. On the bed was a single protuberance which rested among the sheets and blankets of the bed. The man turns and heads to the bathroom adjacent to his room, connected by a single door. He brushes his teeth, fixes his hair, and takes a shower. He proceeds with his morning routine, changing into a dark blue uniform. It look like a simple officer uniform, looking like it could possibly belong to military personnel of some sort. It was simple, yet when he wore it, he exuded an aura of refinement and authority. He straightens his blue tie, which was a tad brighter than the rest of his uniform. He walks over in front of a set of drawers, opening one, and reaching into one of the compartments. He takes out a single accessory—a pendant, and he wears it, putting it around his neck. It was simply a necklace with a single, large cross. It's inlay was black, outlined with gleaming silver. It resembled the "Iron Cross" emblem, which had become an icon for him to others to acknowledge....

...and fear.

The man looks in the oval mirror in his room for several moments, making slight adjustments here and there to his attire to ensure that his appearance was prim and proper. It was clear he was refined with his attire, the way he fixed and wore his clothes. Satisified, the man leaves his room, enters the hallway, and enters the kitchen of the humble home he lived in. His boots caused the sound of his heavy steps to permeate throughout the room as he walked. Taking a kettle, he boils some water. He fixes up a cup of coffee, black and bitter, not a single bit of sugar to soften its harsh taste. He let his thoughts wander, thinking of the events that would happen today...

At that very moment, from the room the man had just left, a girl wakes from her slumber—perhaps from the sounds the man made, or just on her own—and her consciousness gradually returns to her. 'I have no reason to wake up so early today' she felt, but she also had no reason not to. She sits up, stretches her arms, and yawns. She turns her head to the right, noticing that the right side of the bed is empty. She looks over to the nightstand on the right side of the bed and says out loud, "Six fifty-two... Rise and shine, Emi..." She gets out of bed and walks over to the drawer, puts on her favorite sweatpants and one of the t-shirts inside. The t-shirt did not actually belong to her, but to the man that had just left. She proceeds to stumble out into the hallway and make her way into the bathroom. She looks into the mirror and said, "Good morning, let's try our best today!" She takes her toothbrush from the glass that it stood in and begins to brushing her teeth. As soon as she was done, she rinces her mouth with mouthwash. She takes a deep breath, walks out of the bathroom, and into the kitchen.

As the door opens, the man, whom was sipping his coffee, looks up, pleasantly surprised. "You're up, dear?"

She sleepily nods and says, "Good morning, dear.". She approaches the man drowsily, slightly stumbling as she walked...and gives him a deep kiss on the lips. As they kiss, she wraps her arms around the man's neck, finally breaking the kiss after a good ten seconds. The man is slightly startled, but quickly closes his eyes as he receives it.... and as Emi breaks away, he returns another kiss. When they finish, Emi walks over to the fridge and takes out a carton of orange juice.

"You going to work?" She says with a sad tone in her voice.

"Yes, soon. I'll try to be home as soon as I can." The man gives a relieving smile to Emi, sensing her sadness.

She picks up the newly poured glass of orange juice, and turns to the man. She fumbles around with the glass and says, "Alright, I'll be home waiting for you.." with a smile on her face. She takes a sip out of the glass and shivers. "Eww... minty..." she said with a face of disgust.

The man is amused by Emi's cute expression. "Then, I'm off, dear." His tone sought to sooth any anxiety Emi had. After quickly embracing her, the man leaves the house, exiting through the front door.

As the man walked out the door, she thought to herself, "I might as well get some work done..." She sighs she as walks through the halls and into the living room. She looks throughout the room, looking for her bag. "Ah! There it is." She walks across the room, picks up her bag, and sits down on the couch in front of the TV. She thinks for herself, "Just a little bit of TV before I begin my work...." She turns on the TV, and gets comfortable on the couch. She doesn't notice, but her eyelids gradually get heavier... and her consciousness slowly fades.

I heard the alarm go off and instantly threw my pillow at it, successfully hitting it and the alarm stopped.
I sat up and shaked my head, "Damn nigga, that was a waste of ¥10000, I'm never buying this gay ass asian shit again."

I walked to my closet to put on my groovy disco outfit, after that I posed in front of the mirror for a couple of minutes. '' I look good, nigga.''

I had breakfast and when I was done I realized I was late, so I called a cab.


''To the super disco nigger discotheque, fast! ''

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie ''Yo homes smell ya later''
I looked at my kingdom I was finally there,
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.

Kiyomi woke up from bed with a groan. It was still dark outside, but she got up and walked silently to the dojo. Changing from her pajamas into keikogi and hakama, she tied her hair back and grabbed some wash rags and proceeded to clean to dojo. Just as she finished, her father appeared. She quickly moved to her feet and gave him a deep bow. "Ohayougozaimasu."

He merely nodded at her. They proceeded with the usual morning ritual of meditation, practicing kata, and some sparing. When the sun was finally starting to rise, Kiyomi cleaned the sweat from herself and went to the kitchen to help her mother with breakfast.

When the dishes were done, Kiyomi changed into her school uniform. Looking in the mirror, she stared at herself and sighed. "Another day..." She smacked her cheeks and put on a bright smile. "Yosh!!"

Walking cheerfully to the front door, she put on her shoes and her mother saw her off. "Ittekimasu!"

"Itterashai." Kiyomi's mother waved as Kiyomi left the home.

She skipped energetically to the train station towards her school listening to her music player. She went on board the next train and waited for her stop.

[size=12]School was somewhat of a battle for Menolly. Not the schoolwork, mind you, but rather... the people. They seemed to have a permanent vendetta against acknowledging her existence. she mused to herself, padding up the stairs to her classroom. She fixed the strap of her bag so that it was more comfortable, and greeted everyone she came across with a smile. Reaching her classroom of 2-3, Menolly went into her classroom and draped her bag over the back of her chair.

"I... don't know what else to do before class starts," she thought to herself.

"Koizumi-senpai!" a voice called, softly.

Menolly turned her head to the person calling her with mild surprise. A cute-looking girl stood in the doorway of classroom 2-3, fidgeting with her long mousey brown hair and blushing. She looked back up at Menolly, made a surprised sound, then looked back down quickly. Menolly tilted her head in confused.

"Y-yes, did you call me?" she choked out her reply, smiling brightly. It had been so long since someone in this school had acknowledged her, she forgot how it felt... and she was called senpai!

The girl nodded, smiling weakly in response.

"S-senpai, I've always admired you..." she blushed even harder. Menolly's eyes widened.

"M-me? Why...?"

The girl's embarrassed face turned into a cold stare. She looked back into the hallway.

"I can't do this guys, it's too ridiculous!" she turned back to Menolly and frowned.

"You couldn't even tell that I was kidding? Stop trying so hard, no one's going to like you," she closed the classroom door behind her.

Menolly could only stare in awe at the closed door, taking her seat in silence.

"I didn't cry when mama died... I won't cry over them, no matter what they do, no matter what they say, I don't deserve this," she whispered to herself and held back her tears.
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The bell to start school had rung and I started my first class. Math. Oh, how I loved math. The feeling of all the equations making sense, fitting together just right, and always having an answer. I felt comfortable in my math class. I was best friends with my teacher, who had started lecturing me on elementary college calculus. He was so happy that one of his students loved math so much, and was so gifted in it. Math was so much better than my second period class, Japanese/English. English was given ever Wednesday and Thursday, while Japanese was given the other days of the week. But as the class started, the announcement speaker called my name and said for me to go to the student council room for the budget meeting. I was so happy. I was so happy that I cried on my way out of the classroom. My teacher took it the wrong way, and decided that since I loved English so much, as to cry while having to leave the class, that I would have no homework tonight. I was so happy then, but so glad that I was able to deceive him.

I opened the door to the student council room and saw the current student council board, the president, vp, secretary, and relations sitting on the right side of the large table in the middle of the council room. On the left side, was the school board, made from concerned parents, and those elected to the position. I took my seat between the vp and secretary, and the meeting started. The meeting went until about lunch, and ended up like most of the meetings did. In a stalemate. Though, they could all agree that there were to be some cuts in the budgets going to extracurricular activities. I strongly argued against it, but I was over ruled by all the other people present. They didn't realize just how tight the budget was already. Cutting anything, would hurt everyone.

I decided to take my lunch outside, and sit under the blooming sakura tree in the courtyard. For some reason, this tree always bloomed late, but I didn't care. It was the most peaceful place in the entire school for me. A place where no one could bother me. A place that felt secure and wonderful. I prop a long stick I found laying on the ground near by, just in case anyone was stupid enough to disturb me in this place. I opened my lunch box and started eating the meal I had made the night before. Hard-boiled eggs, some rice, some cute little hotdogs cut like octopi, and pickled radish.

"Hmm. The perfect lunch in the perfect place..."

I stop saying something as I noticed a couple of the boys from that blasted club they made about me, staring at me from the doorway.

"I know you're there. What do you want?"

The cowards came out from the doorway and approached me.

"We just wanted to watch you eating your lunch, and to possible show us a demonstration of your techniques..." the small boy said.

The boy that was slightly larger said "If that's alright with you?"

I sigh. "You really want to see my technique?"

They nod.

They were three meters from me. It might have well been less than 50 centimeters, by the way I attacked them. I stood up slowly, grabbing the branch I had propped near the bench. The stick was about a good 2 meters long, and very sturdy. I run at them, holding the stick at about 50 cm up the branch and 1 meter up the branch, giving me a 1 meter swinging room, and just start laying down the blows. It takes me roughly 30 secs to get the both of them face down into the dirt. I hit both of their hands, then arms, right in the tender spot that makes them go numb, and then to the backs of their legs to make them fall forward and eat dirt.

"How was this for my technique. I will let you off easily for this offense, but do not let me catch you, or ANY of your club stalking me again. Otherwise, the punishment will be much more sever. Got it?"

To put emphasis into my words, I strike the butt of the stick into the ground in between both of their heads. They both star at the stick that is almost right at their noses.

"Y-Yes ma'am! W-We won't bother you again." the apologize as they scramble away from where they had gotten beat up.

The bell rings for the end of the lunch period.

"Tsk. What a waste of my time. I didn't even finish my lunch.", as I throw away the rest of the food and head back to the council room.

This is a joint post between me and Katsucha:

After Aoi's thought, few minutes had passed, casting her senses away, not listening to the chattering and gossips of the other students, and waiting for the class to start. Time passed by just like that for Aoi.

Several classes took place before the lunch break, once the lunch break had started, Aoi went out of the class, and went to the rooftop.

Once the time for the lunch break came, Usami headed to the library since it was about the only place she felt at peace while being at school. Once there, Usami headed for the second floor of the library since no one really went to there.

"I wonder what I should read today," she thought while looking through the bookshelves. After finding a book to read, Usami went and sat down. "The students in our class really have nothing better to do than gossip about that princess," Usami started thinking, "It's like she's all that they can see," After a bit, Usami stopped reading her book and started to head for her class. "I really need to concentrate, on myself why do I even bother to care about that princess? I don't even talk to her, or really know anything about her, I really need to stop paying attention to those idiots in the class." Usami thought to herself as she waited for lunch break to end.

The soft breeze, gently hitting Aoi's face, and waving her hair, pleased her. While having her lunch.

Soon after she was done having lunch, the ring on her finger turned into an egg-shaped gem, for some reason, she stared at it, but suddenly it started to glow; pulsing. Her eyes only widened for a moment, she looked towards the view of the city behind the long white fence. Soon after, the bell rang, the noise of it echoed to her ears and Aoi then decided to walk back to her class.

"No harm done. It needs more than a bump to harm me " he he ". Oh hey I'm Honoka from the class 2:1 . Whats your name and class?" she immediately answered gently.

" I'm Maruisawa. Glad to meet you. " I replied kindly.

After a few "moments" the rumor spreads over to the girl in front of "me" "resulting in her shuttering down to her spine. As her face changes in discuss she raised her head and said "I hope you liked that ,your type of guys are the worst."

Everyone turned around expecting some sexual harassment or a scene between a guy and a girl but they witnessed just two girls. One of them being a little bit broader in shoulders.

Soon, the bell rang, signalling the end of the entrance time of the school. People crowded to enter their assigned classes. But whit all the fuss going around I haven't got the chance of checking the students panel showing the class register.

Going to check my seat in the "class" I saw a girl who was reading the board.

"Hi..." I said that with a sad low voice while keeping my head down.

"Hi..."

Elizabeth angrily looked up from the desk, her golden eyes nearly flaying the unfortunate girl alive, who nearly recoiled backwards. Forcing herself to blink, Elizabeth managed to smile as in apology.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. Ehehehehehe...those train crowds are really getting to me." She hoped that she managed to sound relatively pleasant.

Today's morning quickly turned sour for Elizabeth, as a vast group of people pretty much forced her out of the train, forcing her to wait on the next one, causing this little schedule mishap. One more reason she hated those dumb little salary men. Not only did she had to be squeezed between them, but because some drunken morons forgot to wake up early enough, she missed her prime train too!

Trying to not think about it, she took in the sight of girl in front of her. She was very androgynous. A little *too* much.

"This...what the hell is *this*? A bloody freakshow? Great. Just bloody fantastic."

Elizabeth hoped her urge to vomit hadn't showed on her face. This wasn't a girl, but a really girly boy. And one who thought he was a girl, judging by the clothes "she" wore, and the definitely feminine voice tone.

She managed to smile, painfully so, and speaking to the girl in her unusually cheery tone.

"My name's Elizabeth. I'm the transfer student from England. You should hurry up before they start taking attendance"

Not waiting for boy's reply, Elizabeth softly walked forward. This may have been a sorry freakshow, but anything could come in handy.

Ignoring the timid reply, Elizabeth walked forward. She had to, before she lost her temper and really did flay someone alive. And it didn't particularly matter who.

As she turned around I witnessed the blinking she made even though I was keeping my head down.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. Ehehehehehe...those train crowds are really getting to me."

"I see." I replied raising my head suddenly catching a glimpse of her unchanged face that was turning towards me.

Seeing her face made me a bit happy because she didn't heard the rumors yet Giving me a chance to meet someone who can bear my curse.

"My name's Elizabeth. I'm the transfer student from England. You should hurry up before they start taking attendance"

"Glad to meet you. I'm Maruisawa but you ca..." I stopped because she was leaving without any sings of hearing me.

Watching as she goes with the other remaining students I check and look up for my class.

After finding my name I go with a fast pace towards my class. As I open the door towards the class the homeroom teacher was making the attendance. Exacly when I make my way inside he said "...ty Elizabeth".

To my surprise it was the girl I met a while ago.

After being schooled for being late and apologizing for being late I take my seat in one of the back corners of the class.

As I stepped out of the cab I stood infront of my discotheque I walked to the entrance and...

I opened the door
Got on the floor
Everybody walk the dinosaur

Some random guy yelled '' What the fuck was that gay shit?''
I walked up to him, placed my mouth next to his ear and yelled '' IT'S CALLED SWAG SWAG SWAG, COME GET SOME!''
The guy ragequit and left. I continued to walk around my discotheque because it's mine... People kept complimenting my awesome disco jacket, this is the best I've felt in years. The last time was when I could still move like a real disco nigger.
I softly whispered to myself ''Those were the days, those were the days... If only there was a way to get my disco nigger moves back. ''

Noticing i was being a little depressed I told myself this ''
Hm, atleast I'm the Prince Of Bel-Air.
And i continued to look at all the nice disco ladies in my discotheque.

Elizabeth smiled on the inside.

She managed to get right on time, avoid the usually scolding that lateness entailed and get a good seat by the window!

The other girl wasn't so lucky. With surprise, Elizabeth noticed that it was the "girl" from before. She heard the name "Maruisawa Casashian" uttered by the teacher, followed by the incessant sound of lecture to which Elizabeth shut-off.

Instead, she focused on memorizing the face and name. If her feelings were true, then there would probably be a lot of dirt behind it that she could use. She smirked in a decidedly evil way before returning to her natural, blank face, barely paying attention to teacher's opening lecture.

Next 3 lessons passed without incident. Biology and Chemistry were not the most difficult, though Elizabeth preferred Chemistry. Then, there was math.

She liked Math. Unlike people, numbers were always predictable. They did not deviate when you didn't need them to, and were universal - you could use math to describe your lunch bill to arranging structure of the universe.

It was during the fourth period-

Elizabeth's senses suddenly felt distorted. Her sense of equilibrium suddenly flipped over, making her feel sick, dizzy and scared at the same time. The sun darkened for a second. And then....


There was nothing.

Elizabeth rapidly looked around the classroom, but absolutely nothing was out of order. The teacher droned on. Students listened. Only the "girl" looked disturbed, as if she had seen a ghost. Before Elizabeth could make an eye contact, the "girl" suddenly got up, excusing herself with a period to go to the bathroom. Did she too...?

Suddenly, she heard the teacher call her name. "Moriarty-san, please read the following line..."

Elizabeth automatically stood up, taking her book. She managed to do it gracefully, despite still feeling like throwing up. For one, she was glad it was an English class, as at least she wouldn't have to bother with being corrected over some horrid Japanese pronunciation.

But as she spoke lines of an old poem, she could have sworn that something whispered within her mind.

This is a joint post between me and Katsucha:

Classes had ended, Aoi stood at the gates of the school, staring at the Gem, yet again.

"Well, what should I do today? After my last night busy hours at wok, manager-san told me I had today off. Maybe I should go buy some groceries.", Usami thought as she started walking towards the school gates. She then noticed Aoi standing there looking at her hand. She then started walking towards Aoi,"You know princess, people will say more things about you if just stare at your hand like that . Don't you think people already says enough about you?" Usami said as she stopped next to Aoi.

"I don't mind what people says about me, more so, I don't care at all, does it bother you if people says anything about me?", Aoi replied after looking at Usami for only a moment, then looking back at her hand again.

"I don't really care what they say about you, I don't really know you but it gets really annoying that all they talk about is you." Usami replied as she tried to look at Aoi's hand to see if there was something wrong with it. "By the way, is there something wrong with your hand you seem to be just looking at it. Like, is there something wrong with it.".

"Ugh.... so you're saying that I'm supposed to care if it gets annoying for you?", Aoi seemed disappointed. "That was the worst excuse I've heard in a while, but oh well... you taught me a good way to make oneself look really bad, I guess,", Aoi had a grin on her face, but only for a slight moment.

" I believe you got the wrong idea, all I was saying is that you should stop doing little things that cause people to talk about you, but whatever, I don't even know why I bothered bringing it up, I'll just leave you alone." Usami replied with a sigh as she turned away.

Aoi wasn't too bothered by the girl, she knew that she was popular, and people talks about popular people, no matter what they do, something such as that can't possible convince her to stop doing anything. Her eyes looked back on the Gem on her hand, it was glowing more and more. She started walking forward, exiting the school grounds, Aoi left the school.

"Shesh, I really wasted a lot time with her, guess I'll just go buy those groceries now," Usami then exited the school and headed to the shopping district. "Though she did avoid the question about her hand, I wonder if theres something wrong with it." Usami thought to herself as she walked towards the shopping district. " I guess I can try and find out later." .

Aoi kept walking, her eyes afixed to her Gem, while going through the crowded road on the shopping district. And then suddenly, upon walking for quite some time, she found herself on an empty and abandoned, house.

Taking my back seat by the wall I start unpacking my rucksack. Doing this with my hands I look around the class trying to see any familiar faces , or better yet trying not to see any familiar faces... But as the rumor appeared I guess it doesn't matter.

While it was the break period, I sit down and open my bento, while I was slightly happy that after the homeroom; I've realized that no one other than Elizabeth is unknown to me. While eating some classmates entered the classroom with a disgusted look on their faces after spotting me.

" I guess its back from the end... " I sighted grabbing another piece of rice.

While standing at my desk keeping my attention towards the teacher a shock of nausea came from out of the blue making me ask to go to the girls bathroom. As I use the excuse for having my period he hardly let me go having a look of disappointment.

As I walk towards the bathroom trying not to get noticed someone spoke to me.

"Hey girly boy , are your bra feeling a bit tight? Or that's how you look when you are horny?"

It was Honoka , the girl that I bumped into when I first came to the high school was standing in front of me keeping me from reaching to the bathroom.

As I lose my balance due to my increase in nausea I grab Honoka shoulder for balance. Ehh don't touch me you pervert! She yelled at me.

By miracle the nausea has disappeared but I still had done something extremely bad.

"I'm so sorry for disturbing you" I said that while slowly heading toward class. After turning around a corridor I hear a woman speaking.

Honoka! what do you think you're doing outside of class?

Leaving the girl alone I open the door to enter inside the class hearing Elizabeth reciting an old poem.

As I sat there reading my book I noticed a girl staring at me.
I looked at her and she quickly looked away, ignoring it I continued reading my book.
Again, she was staring at me but didn't see that I had noticed her.
I told the teacher I was going to the bathroom and he told me to be back quick.

As I exited through the door I could hear the girl saying the same thing.
Noticing her following me wasn't that hard and I just happened to find an empty classroom.
I went into it thinking "I got you now."

As she entered I closed the door, she was startled by the sudden fact that I knew what she was doing.
"Who are you?" I asked "And what do you want?"

"Well I-I'm... I'm Ajami. Ajami Zitsune" she answered.

"And what do you want from me?" I asked.

"Well... The case is that I've seen you around and I've noticed that you're alot older than most other students... I've also noticed that you don't have many other friends so I thought... I thought-"

I cut her off right there and said "And you thought what?!"

"I thought I could be your friend since you seemed nice!" she quickly responded.

I asked "Why do you want to be my friend?"
"Because you look like a nice person and I want to get to know you..." she replied.

I checked my watch and said "Well then, wanna get some lunch?"

"Huh? Uhm, sure." she replied.

Each step the man took, the pendant he wore swung and arced in the air. In this desolate, barren chamber of greyed steel and concrete, his blue uniform uniform appeared to be the most prominent. The man stops in front of a group of people, and he turns to them, with all eyes laid upon him.

"Good morning, ladies... and gentlemen."

As the man spoke, the air in the room seemed to suddenly feel heavy and cold. The tone of the man's voice surprisingly held neither humor nor contempt as he had just ridiculed those that stood before him, on this unhallowed ground. They were herded uniformly into five rows; they each had eight persons. The group was multifarious in their characteristics, and their appearance varied greatly. There were various ethnicities, ages, sizes, bodies, clothings, postures, expressions, so on and so forth... yet even with this diversity, they all, at the very least, had one thing common with one another: Each of them were standing, and completely unable to advert their gaze from the man wearing the blue uniform with his black cross pendant that stood before them. Some could not from fear, others from awe. The feeling they had was inexplicable, yet they vaguely understood it. They could not help but feel that there was a sort of dread that emanted from the man, under his refined, cool appearance. Many of such thoughts flashed through the minds of some of those standing, but as if to cut them off, the man continues to speak.

"First, allow me to introduce myself." He continued to speak in an ironically respectful manner.

"My name is Varg Vildjharta. It is... a pleasure to be acquainted with you all." As he said this, a few threw him looks and expressions of anger. They did so, for they noticed his blatantly demeaning demeanor. His seemingly polite speech ridiculed them with every word...

...for they were all prisoners to this man, forced into submission by his will.

A single, young teenage girl in the crowd bit her lip furiously, causing blood to trickle out from her mouth. Her name was Veronica. She was about seventeen years old, was a somewhat of a foreigner, and was obviously a girl of the upper-class, coming from a rich family. She had long, beautiful blonde hair, tied into twin tails. Her attire was sumptuous, having a long, elegant European-styled red dress. She also noticed the deriding intent behind the man's words, and became agitated at the man's rudeness. The man continues, with a smile:

"I welcome you to Area Four-Five, the "Death Box" complex.
I built this place. This is your prison.
And I...am your warden."

Veronica clenches her fists. She could not help but hate everything about this man. His appearance, his face, his attitude, his personality.

"For those of you that are wondering, there are only two reasons why you are here. However, I have forgotten one of them." The man appears to show amusement on his face. The others in the room only hardened their expressions.

"The first... is a very, very simple reason. You are here, because someone wants you to be here. It may be a judge, some legal official, some politician, perhaps even your family or friends... or even I, specfically, wanted you here. And no matter who that somebody is, that somebody wants you here for a reason..."

Veronica knows. There is but truth in the man's words. For a young, spoiled teenager, she was relatively calm, collected, and composed. She understood. There was a reason why she was here. There was no reason why she wasn't. For she, along with her family, was heavily involved in illegal affairs. She committed many crimes. She has even murdered several people. The ones that wanted her here... it was not the judge. It was her own parents. Her parents used her as a scapegoat when they at the brink of disclosure. So now, here she is, in the captivity of this man.

"As for the second... I will be honest with you all. I do not remember it, but I promise you—if I remember, I will tell you...if you continue to stay alive."

His last few words cut into Veronica's heart, as well as the others. The panging fear that struck her very core screamed out at her: Escape. Escape now. Veronica desperately scans her surroundings for information.

Immediately, she notices several oddities. First, she notices that, not just herself, but many individuals in this group had their own unique attire. She, herself, was in her magnificent clothing. A man was in a formal business outfit, and another in rags and shambles. Few in casual clothing. Another even had a similar military uniform as the man who called himself "Varg". Among them, were few in the traditional prison clothing. It was as if they were just picked up off the street one day, and brought here as they were. That meant that whatever they were carrying would be transported with them—that included weapons. For the personnel to neglect this obvious security flaw was astounding to her. That brought her to the next thing she noticed: In the room where these fourty prisoners stand, there was not a single guard other than the blue uniformed man in the room. They had been transported here by APCs, and were monitored by highly-armed soldiers—until this man, Varg Vildjharta, had entered the room. The security guards had already left the room by this man had stepped in front of them. So now, there was exactly fourty-one persons in the room, and but a single man was the only thing that held their freedom. Observing Varg, he appeared to carry two weapons: a Japanese sword in a sheath at the left of his waist, and an absurdly large, cumbersome-looking pistol with an oversized nozzle at the right of his waist. The pistol had a metal chain link that connected to a bracelet that the man wore on his left hand. The chain allowed for his arms to move at their maximum span, but he could easily retreive his weapon if it was ever knocked out of his possession, assuming he had the skill to do so. She considers all these observations, and is apprehensive. Normally, this would be an opportune moment for escape. Yet, she, like many others in the room, could not shake off the feeling of absolute dread they had.

Veronica was not the only person to notice the circumstances. Veronica stood in the fourth row, and could see a person in the front row: a man in tattered clothing with one his hands in the back pocket of his denim jeans. He appeared to be a common thug, at first glance.

But Veronica knew, everyone was here for a special reason. The man was most likely far from ordinary. Veronica could see that in the man's hand, as he reached into his pocket, was a spring knife, or perhaps a switchblade, in its closed position. In the second row, a woman in a black gown notices the man in the first row, and promptly reaches into her clothing. At the corner of Veronica's eye, she faintly sees a man with a large build covered in a trenchcoat stand in a slightly hunched position, with his arms and hands hidden in his coat. It seemed as if he was grasping something. Several others had done similar things, as well as adjusting their posture, ever so slightly.

They were all planning to strike. Yes, now, with only this single man against a group of fourty, now was their one and only chance at freedom—

"...As you may have noticed, there is nothing normal about this prison." As if to intentionally cut into her thoughts, the man named Varg speaks sharply. "The complex is not normal. The security here is not normal. The occupants are not normal.

However, rest assured, I am a completely normal human being." The man grins as he says this.

"Allow me to explain what I mean. First, this complex was built by me. It is not a usual thing for a prison to be privately built, owned, and then commissioned into use by the government. You may have noticed, but the complex is underground. The material that this complex is made of is not your usual reinforced concrete. It is a tad different... but I will not say what it is. You will find out soon enough, for yourselves. Your cell groups will be placed in a design that is centralized around my office. My office is the last thing that stands between the gates. For those of you that do not know what it looks like, it is in a chamber with many panels of plexiglass. If you need me, I shall be there if you require... assistance. Now, moving on... the security is obviously much more... deadly, I should say. Some of you may have noticed that the security, however, is a tad... lax, by normal standards."

Veronica as well as several others in the room, freeze and involuntarily tense up. It was inexplicit communication. The man named Varg was essentially telling them that he knew exactly what they were thinking. Varg was not lying, for there were many unguarded corridors, and relatively few guards assigned to each post. However, each of them were indeed armed to the teeth in weaponry and armor.

"The defensive and protective system of the complex have many holes in them. There are many opportunities to attempt to break out and flee." The man seems to joyfully snicker.

Then, it became clear to Veronica, the man's unorthodoxy. She now knew the reason for why they still had their clothes and possessions, the lax security, as well as his description of the prison. He was challenging them to try and escape. Veronica clenches her teeth. It was not for no reason that she despised this man. This was a truly wicked and cruel man, perhaps more deserving of his own prison than any other human being in this chamber.

"And finally... like I had stated, this is not a normal prison. This is a prison for special people. There is something about each and every one of you that you are or have done that has earned you incarcaration here. But fear not, for no prison sentence lasts forever. Even you all, the worst violators, the worst murderers, and the worst offenders may see freedom."

As the man said those words, as if a cue, all the malicious intent in the air became directed at him. Veronica herself, who, under her dress, was carrying two furnished revolvers in holsters at her thighs, became poised to draw them.

"Now, I believe that is all I had to announce. If you'll excuse me, I will be leaving the prison early today. I have an appointment of sorts to take care of. Your escorts will be here shortly, and they will direct you to your cells in my absence. I hope you all enjoy your stay here, at Area Four-Five. I bid you gentlemen good day."

The guards would be arriving soon. With every step that their escort approached closer, any chance of escape dwindled. Varg bows, then turns to the exit at the right side of the room. Those who were holding their weapons grasped them tighter, others prepared to charge, others merely stood still. Veronica, herself, reaches for her guns. It was as if every thought in the room was syncronized, coordinating their attacks with the utmost precision without a single utterance or movement. The ones in front would attack first, the rest will follow up. It was simple. Varg takes a step toward the door, stretching his arms. The man in the front row gradually pulls out his knife, and a few others reach for whatever they may have in their clothing. Veronica decides to follow up as the people in the front begin to—

A sound rings in the air. The sound of an explosion, and the sound of liquid splattering follows quickly after. The man in ragged clothing with the switchblade lays awkwardly on the ground, a large portion his head ruptured open. There, stands Varg, having drawn his pistol with his left hand, aimed at where the man's head had been before falling. What followed after was simply appallment and confusion. This was... completely unexpected. There was no other way to describe it. The man did not even get to finish drawing his weapon. The air became stagnant; nobody took a single breath, nobody moved a muscle, for the event was so unexpected that some did not yet realize the man had just died.

Varg looks at the woman with the black gown, and aligns his left arm with her torso in a single, fluid motion. Varg aims slightly downward, and fires. The woman's right leg sunders from the top of her thigh. The impact causes her to begin falling forward to her right, but Varg readjusts his aim, and fires again, twice, blowing off her right arm up to the shoulder, and then rupturing her right torso. The impacts cause her to be knocked around in an almost comedic fashion, the second shot knocking her trajectory to the left, and the third shot knocking her a few feet back before falling.

"What... what is this?" Veronica utters, with a look of sheer terror on her face.

As if reminding him that he was intending on attacking, Varg shifts his gaze to the man in the large trenchcoat, and the man's expression changed from shock to surprise. The man in the trenchcoat seems to panic, and he draws two broadswords from his trenchcoat. He dashes at Varg, with about fifteen or twenty feet of distance between them. The group scatters from their formation, making way for the man's charge. Varg drops the pistol he was holding in his left hand, and it becomes suspended by the chain linking it to Varg's bracelet on his left hand. The man's speed was impeccable, closing the distance between them in only several steps. The man swings his right sword vertically, aiming for the now-vulnerable left arm. There was nothing fancy or flashy about the man's swing. It was but a simple, quick stroke of raw power. Varg grabs the end of the pistol and stretches out the chain horizontally, managing to block it. With his right hand, Varg grabs hold of the pistol and wraps the chain it around the sword, binding it. Varg, aims the pistol over the sword at the man's torso. Varg pulls the trigger, but the man strikes at the pistol with his left hand, causing Varg to let go of his weapon pistol. The bind on the man's other sword weakens as a result, and he manages to pull his sword away. Not letting the opportunity pass, the man swings both his swords at the defenseless Varg, like a pair of scissors, aimed at each of his torsos. At that moment, the man realizes his miscalculation and his underestimation of his adversary. He had neglected the sword that rested at Varg's side. Varg takes a single step back as the man swings, and Varg, with his right hand, unsheaths his sword, pulling it straight up, catching both of the man's blades with it. Varg gracefully swings the chain linked the pistol to bring it back to his left hand, aims it at the man, and fires. The impact ruptures the man's abdomen, leaving a gaping wound, with blood spilling forth from it.

The man is forced to take a few steps back, and uses his swords to keep him standing. The man looks up—
and is impaled by through the neck by Varg's sword. It was a simple, gentle motion.

Varg retracts his sword, and the man's body collapses to the ground.

And for a few moments, not a single thing in the room moves. Veronica, awestruck, could not bring herself to bear her arms. She looks at the corpse of the man, and the damage inflicted onto him.

"Those are... explosive rounds..." Her voice sounded weak, but seemed to echo throughout the room. Suddenly, she feels a sharp chill down her spine. She hesitates for a moment, petrified in fear, but at the corner of her eye, she sees that Varg has directed his gaze at her. She could not bear to return it. Varg smiles, and proceeds out the door.

"It is illegal for civilians to possess weapons here, in Japan." Varg snickers cruelly.

Veronica could only stare at Varg as he walked out, and as he leaves, she clenches her fists in frustration. That man... he did not have a single trace of blood on his uniform, after all that. As Varg steps out the room, the door on the opposite side of the room opens, and four guards come forth from it. They herd the group out the door they came from, and Veronica could only let herself lose any chance of freedom she had...

Varg informs an officer in charge of the prison. Varg leaves the prison, resurfacing, and approaches a parked car on the side of the surface buildings of the prison. He unlocks it, takes his sword, sheath and all, as well as his pistol and chain, and places them in the trunk of his car. After doing so, he enters and starts the car, driving home. He arrives home, opens the front door, and enters. He was not sure if she was awake by now, but decides to say it anyway...

"I'm home, dear."