Kira the wanderer

Ch.1 Orientation


There are shadows all around us. There are some that haunt our souls never letting go. As much as we want to run and hide there are some of us who cannot, for that these shadows are buried deep inside tormenting us deep within the heart. There are those who can rise up and fight against the dark cruel shadows of the past, then there are those who force a smile on their face pretending that everything is alright as the painful memories tug at them every waking moment. What you do with those shadows, and how you release them, depends on the individual. But everyone plagues by the darkness always looks forward to the light far away ahead of them, as they strive in their own way to be freed.

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The sun rose over the mountains spreading its warm rays of light over the dazzling lake. They surrounded the giant labyrinth-like boarding school as though they were protecting it, or hiding it from the known world. Morning had arrived on this chilly January day, and all the earth was to arise. Quickly waking up from his sleep Milo Tatsuya, a young sixteen-year-old, popped up in bed excitedly. While on a rushed trip to the bathroom, he slide over his pile of useless stuff and made a quick face plant to the ground. Quickly he got up, tripped over another pile consisting of dirty laundry, and slammed the door to his bathroom. He always went on his way not caring how much noise he was making. Having a room all to himself in the boarding school he felt that it entitled him to make as much noise as he wanted when getting up.


Brushing back his cinnamon brown hair, he looked in the mirror staring at a reflection of a tall lean typical boy for his age with honey brown eyes. His face was scarred with two black stripes on each side of his face. They were markings of a past best to be forgotten. Splashing water on his face Milo tried his best to fully wake up on this exciting day, but a semi-sleepy look still lingered in his eyes from awaking so suddenly.


This was the big day. This was the one-day Milo had looked forward to ever since the school got word. Excitement and eagerness tingled throughout the youth’s body just from the simple thought of what was about to happen.


Milo yawned brushing his fangs. Being more awake now he grinned at his reflection. “Gotta get dressed!” Milo announced out loud to himself, and went to search his room for today’s clothing. Somehow managing to find clothing in his closet crammed up with the rest of his stuff as messily as ever, he grabbed it. He got dressed in a long sleeved black shirt that said "Punk out Rock" on it, his usual gothic clothing. Pulling on his gothic black pants, Milo attached four chains on each side of his waste and added all of his weird little knick-knacks and key chains.

Making sure there was no time to spare he grabbed the first random accessory next to him, some red banned straps. He attached them around his legs, hooking them onto his waste line, and then added one random chain around his left ankle. Loving how his appearance looks to others, Milo wore anything that would make him stick out like a sore thumb. He liked it when people looked at him, or noticed him at all. The small amount of attention, whether it was positive or negative, it would give him the greatest amount of joy.


Racing down the hallway a few doors down, Milo burst into his friend Hiro’s room as loud as could be. Smiling from ear-to-ear, the energetic youth crept up on his blond friend. Hiro was shorter than Milo, the same age, and had bouncy blond hair with blue shinning eyes. You wouldn’t have been able to tell any of that since he was all bundled up in bed, asleep like a normal person at this time of day. Normal. That was a word with limits in this school, and a requirement the majority of the students could never hope to fulfill.


"Wakey, wakey, vampire boy!" Milo jeered, jabbing Hiro's head with his index finger. He waited for a moment then frowned when Hiro just pulled the covers over his head. Getting no other reaction, Milo jumped up on his bed like an energetic puppy. Hiro rolled over moaning something and tried to shove Milo off, but was being very unsuccessful on that. Milo just parked himself down on Hiro’s leg refusing to move.


"Leave me alone Tatsuya.... it’s seven in the morning...." He mumbled louder, seeing no reaction from Milo who was cutting off circulation in his leg now. He squirmed and pulled his pillow over his head, ignoring his friend best he could.


Milo wouldn’t take that. Instead he just started jumping on his bed with a stupid giddy grin after realizing he was being ignored. "Bouncy! Bouncy…bouncy..." he shouted every time he bounced up with his head nearly banging against the ceiling. "C'mon now Itachi! Today is the day new students come!" Milo squealed.


What Milo had said grabbed Hiro Itachi's attention more quickly than anything. Sitting up so quickly, Hiro knocked Milo off his feet. Bam! Milo hit the floor with a loud thud shaking the room. "Why didn't you tell me that from the beginning, Tatsuya? I have to get ready! I can't wait!" he rushed off to his closet to get changed. Hiro had been looking forward to this day, even though it was the last day before the new school year. The excitement and tension could be felt throughout the whole school, or at least it would be once everyone would wake.


Stretching his arms over his head Milo blurted out with a big grin, "I can't wait to see what a human looks like!"


Laughing, his friend searched for his new pair of pants he got just for this day. "Look in the mirror stupid. We are in a human-like form."


"Yeah, but I mean a real human." Milo had to complain just to see if he could push Hiro’s buttons this morning as though it were his hobby.


"There is no guarantee that any will come. Especially with that crazy Dean running the place, he’d scare anybody off in an instant." Hiro told Tatsuya, finally finding the right pair of jeans. And he was right, there was no guarantee considering what they were. But one could only hope.

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It was morning, which meant it was time to patrol the school and make sure all was well before the orientation to be held later today. The dean roamed the hallways, walking perfectly erect with his large hands behind him.



There was a very stern look on his face as he tightened his grip on the rolled up whip that he was never seen without. From appearance he seemed to be a middle age man who was on he chubby side and he wore a black suit professionally like any other man would. He was going bald and only had thick hair growing from the sides of his head. A dangerous chill seemed to be emitted from his presence alone, most likely from those cold piercing eyes of his that gave no mercy.


"No running!" He snapped at a freshman who stopped dead in his tracks as though lightening had struck him. "And If, I would presume, you are a new student, then go to the auditorium down the left wing hallway, past the rooms where students stay this evening...I expect you not be late...”
The student nodded, going a little pale. His elder brother warned him about the terrifying dean and he didn’t want to already be in trouble.


Quickly and nervously he hurried past the sight of the man, getting sharp looks that lashed out showing no mercy. The dean’s shoes tapped against the floor, making echoes that traveled down the quiet empty hallways as he patrolled the school. This school, it needed discipline with what lived inside its walls. This boarding school housed none other than the Lunar Race, a race of beings far more amazing than the one of humans. The Lunar Race, the outcasts of reality, guided by the full moon.

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Milo grabbed Hiro's hand running out of the room down the halls like a manic, dragging his poor friend behind who had no time to even react. "Knock it off Tatsuya, you idiot! I barely have my pants on!" Hiro growled at his more than energetic friend, trying to tug his hand away.


"Nope, nope! Sorry, sorry! No time for pants I’m afraid!" Milo grinned dopily as more excitement filled his very being. He ran faster without a care in the world, dragging his friend nearly off his feet.


Hiro managed to slip Milo's grasp, stumbling forward a bit, and fastened the belt on his pants. He didn't even have a shirt on, a big no-no to do in front of the overly-strict Dean, then headed back to his room rather grumpy and stomping his feet against the ground.


"Aw, c'mon now! We might miss the orientation!" Milo started whining and tugging at the edges of his black shirt. He was more than anxious this morning as it clearly showed, wanting to finally meet a human who didn’t fear what he was. Those dark memories in the back of his mind wanted to be replaced with new brighter ones and be forever drowned in his past where they belonged.


"I'd rather not be whipped by the Dean for having no shirt on you know..." Hiro replied. He was lucky the Dean didn't catch him. Hiro left to his room, to get dressed. Putting on a simple, yet formal, green t-shirt he was not being so concentrated about putting on thousands of knickknacks like Milo was. He brushed his golden hair and started freshening up. He hurried out after about 15 minutes of getting ready properly. Meeting up with Milo, who was already at where the orientation should take place, and then he looked around for any signs of other people.


"Damn it! It hasn't started yet!" Milo started whining irritably some more. Never knowing the information before hand, he was being the procrastinator he so proudly had become.


Hiro glaring at him, whacked Milo hard in the back of his head, then started to scold him. "You wake me up...at 7:00 in the morning and I only got three and a half hours of sleep… when you didn't even know what time the new students get here for the orientation?!" There was more than a hint of outrage in his voice. It was such a typical thing for Milo to do, one would think Hiro would be used to it by now. Nonetheless, it was all the more infuriating.


Milo chuckled as he usually did, acting as though it was no big deal. "Heh-heh, I guess so...." Rubbing the back of his head he looked down sheepishly like a child. Yet comparing him to a child would be giving him the benefit of the doubt.


"…I'm going back to bed..." Hiro announced, starting to walk away. It was just another day, another sleep ruined by Milo’s hyperactive personality. Rubbing his pounding head, Hiro headed back to his room for more sleep and to forget about Milo’s antics for now. All the rush and it was for nothing at all. No wonder the human race feared their own… with guys like Milo around it’d be enough to drive anyone to the point of insanity.


"No! Wait! Itachi! Get back here!" Tackling his friend, Milo crashed to the ground only managing to grab hold of his leg. Pulling as hard as he could Milo stuck on like glue, tightening his grip every time Hiro tried to kick him off.


"Get the hell off my foot Tatsuya..." Hiro warned through tightly clenched teeth.


"Nooo!" Waaiiit! Dooon't make me wait aaalll aloooone!" Milo moaned, “Cooommme baaack heeereee!” Thud. Hiro kicked him off, rolling his eyes, and didn’t bother to look back. Milo grabbed his head, which had smacked against the ground and whimpered. Looking up and watching as his friend turned the corner Milo sighed. Now what was he supposed to do for fun? He stood up brushing himself off, and looked around. Might as well stretch his legs now that he’s actually up and out of his room.


Walking around the empty hallways that seemed more like endless voids, Milo bumped right into something while not paying attention to where he was going as usual. Falling to his butt Milo looked at what he had just hit, hoping it wasn’t the dean. The thought of that sent cold shivers through his entire body. He was lucky this time. It was a student who had also been wandering around.




"Oops! Sorry, sorry!" He laughed, and offered a hand to help him up. The boy grabbed Milo’s hand, pulling himself up and chuckled a bit. Milo was too excited and he couldn’t hold it in, and for the first time this day he let out his true identity. His true appearance, the appearance that had made him a member of the Lunar Race appeared.


With a quick change these rather large black dog-like ones on the side of his head replaced his human ears in an instant. That’s right, being a member of the Lunar Race meant you weren’t human. No, Milo was far from human for that part of him died a long time ago back when his life could be a happy, normal, one. Milo was none other than, a werewolf. Members of the Lunar Race were unique in their own special ways, and far more advanced to those of the human race. Their kind was documented throughout humanity, only supposed to exist in mere fairytales and myths. But every myth started from fact, a reality misguided.


The boy who was a freshman didn’t seem the least bit shocked in this school of demons. He had a smile drawn on his face and held out his hand as a greeting. “Hey, I haven’t seen a werewolf in a long time. Though, what’s with your ears? Are you stuck in a partial transformation or something? Odd. I thought you only transformed when the full moon was out.”


Milo chuckled. “No, I’m a… special kind of werewolf. The full moon doesn’t affect me, but I also can’t transform by myself. Not that I’d want to. SO—do you like basketball?” That was Milo for you, changing the subject in a blink of the eye. Doing that often he led others to believe that he had a shorter attention span than that of a goldfish.


“Uh, no its not really my thing. You see-” The short attention span kicked in again, either that or Milo didn’t really care what the kid had to say.


“So what are you?” He interrupted him.


“What am…I?” The boy sounded confused.


“Are you part of the Lunar Race?” Milo explained really quickly trying to contain himself. He hoped with all his heart he wasn’t part of it. He wanted this one to be human. He wanted to meet a human who would accept him after all these years.


“Yeah, I’m a devil.” Just like all the others in this school he was guised as a human. Why had the Lunar Race always concealed itself as humans? The answer was unknown but lied somewhere deep inside all their hearts that they wanted to be part of the normal world. They wanted to live a life unhidden from the rest of the world, to fit in with the dominant species and live a peaceful life. It was a fantasy never to be reached by those under the moon. They had to be in the shadows of humanity, now and forever more.


“Oh! That’s boring though!” Milo complained. “You sure your not a human or some other creature whose symbol is under the sun?” No matter how much he complained Milo wouldn’t changed the fact that this boy was a member of the Lunar Race and nothing different from what he’s seen so far.


Sighing he just left the boy utterly confused to as what he did wrong, but not on purpose. Milo just kind of… zoomed out. He couldn’t help but get his hopes up higher and higher that he’d meet someone else. This was, after all, the very first year ever that the school was accepting anyone who wasn’t of the Lunar Race. Why? The answer was unclear, and to ask was to loose your head. The dean decided everything in this school decided and he was in no mood to share his business with anyone.


It was a mystery to the student body, but brought joy to half. The other half wanted nothing to do with a species beneath them. Why should they who are far more advanced than humans who have been banished to the shadows now have to give up their only haven, and have it infested with a lower kind? Yet those who were against it had no say or opinion in the matter as long as the dean had his way with it. The dean was more of a tyrant than a member of school staff.


Milo yawned. He had an entire day to kill before the orientation. A footstep clicked from behind him. The footsteps became faster as someone tried to catch up with him. “Hey, wait up!” It was Hiro. Milo turned around and grinned his happy-go-lucky grin.

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“Itachi! Itachi! Couldn’t fall asleep again, huh?”


Hiro playfully knocked his fist on Milo’s head, smiling. “And whose fault do you think that is, huh?” He was rhetorically.

“Hmm… I wonder!” Milo laughed. He was in too good of a mood, and gave a side-glance at Hiro.


“What?” His friend asked. “Is there something on my face?”


“No. Not that I would tell you if there was. You always look too perfect, you know that Hiro? Never messy or anything!”


“Well I’m not a slob like you are. I can’t stand having my room the way you keep it.” They turned around the corner and down into one of the smaller halls. Passing only one or two students Hiro sighed. “Don’t get your hopes up, Milo. I doubt that a human would come to this place.”
But Milo wasn’t listening, as he was very busy hopping each box on the floor acting like a child again. Hiro chuckled. Milo was a lost cause sometimes, but as long as it kept a smile on his face it was ok by him. It had been two years now, and finally he’s able to smile like this. It would be unfair of Hiro to want anything else.
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A man walked in and looked around silently. He carried two sheathed blades and his coat had a single slit on the right arm. "Hello?" The man pulled a sheet of paper out of his coat pocket and looked at it. "A teacher... this is gonna be different..."


Walking up the front side of the rather large building the man looked for any sign of… well, anybody. Dekar was his name and he was recently offered a job as a teacher. Him a teacher. It didn’t seem right but for some reason he was brought here to teach combat, the one thing he was really good at.


"Well this could be fun..." Dekar looked at a bulletin board next to the counter that read, "Have a great vacation and we will see you next term!"


"What?! I’m early? Damn it!" He sighed hopelessly. "... Fine…Well I might as well make the best of my wait..." Going outside the rather large boarding school, he walked across the school grounds and found a bench near a tree. Too bad the school was more to the center of the small island. It would have been nice to view a beach from here. He sat, leaning against the tree, trying to get some shuteye. There was nothing else to do with his wait and the traveling had gotten to him anyway. He sat there trying to let himself doze off.


A gentle breeze blew by fluttering his coat around. This cold winter day was by far the warmest winter this January had been blessed with. Being an island in the ocean usually meant freezing weather in the winter. But today was nice enough to be outside.


Finding himself unable to sleep in the cold, Dekar rose to his feet entering the building once again to begin wandering through the corridors of the school. He passed by halls and halls of empty classrooms, the dormitories, the cafeteria, gym, and wandered around the second floor for a bit. Finding nothing of interest he went back into the entrance hall yet again. What a big school it was but nobody was to be seen, but that made sense. The school, though only two floors, was much bigger than an average collage campus.

The students must have been in their rooms or on their way back to the school from visiting their families or wherever they went awaiting the new school year. It didn’t matter but the fact was that there were few people to be seen. For all he knew they could be in parts of the school he didn’t see yet. Oh well. It wasn’t important. Just boring.


Dekar sat, his blades next to him, lying down on a bench in the entrance hall. He had heard a faint sound, and snapped off the clasp from his side-holstered magnum, but hearing nothing else he disregarded it. He was jumpy, but that was only natural.


"Hmm…" Dekar lied back down on his back thinking about his past behind him. His clouded past, trying to think about it finally put him to sleep. A long quiet, dreamless, sleep that swept him away. After a long while, Dekar woke up, finding himself on the floor. He, having fallen off of the bench he had been asleep on, rose to his feet. Looking around he realized that it was already late into the evening. He had slept far much longer than he had meant to, but had woken up just on time.


An announcement was heard ringing over the loudspeaker. “All students and teachers please head to the auditorium for the orientation of the new year. NO horse play will be permitted.” It was the dean’s loud angry voice. The sharp and deep voice that struck fear into many of the students echoed through the halls. It was the start of the new school year and vacation was slipping away as each of the students started to get ready.


Dekar tilted his headband up, hearing the announcement. "Well at least someone’s here..." Getting up Dekar began to the walk to the auditorium. It was time to start his new carrier and a hectic new lifestyle.

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Rushing down the hall in a panic not to be late, Milo Tatsuya crashed into his friend Hiro, it was a head on collision. "Watch it!" Hiro yelled at him. They had gone they’re separate ways after Milo nearly wiped clean the entire dessert section of the cafeteria, Hiro had been too embarrassed to be seen with the guy.


"C'mon! If the dean catches us here he'll take out his whip...we can't be late!" he said, shoving Hiro forward. The dean carried a whip around with him, wherever he went. In a school that houses and teaches those of the Lunar Race one could never be too careful. When they got out of hand… well most students behaved for that reason alone. Most.

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Dekar watched the startled kids run past, and soon students flooded the hallways coming from God knows where. He’s going to be teaching...them. It still had not sunken in. He walked into the auditorium still carrying his weapons, sheathed and put away, but nonetheless intimidating.


The dean walking in next to him and was carrying a lot of papers. The other students who were seated already noticed groaned, knowing he would give the same boring speech. Some of them had nicknamed it the “speech of ever lasting doom.” The dean looked down at them with a sharp cold look on his face and they quickly turned their heads in the other direction, sitting up stiff as if they had just look Medusa in the eye.


Dekar stopped to let him pass. "Um excuse me?"


The dean, looking over his shoulder at Dekar with a scowl, grumbled bitterly and impatiently, "Yes, can I help you?"


Dekar’s eyes darkened slightly. Nobody should ever talk to him like that. Those who did never had done so again. But he let this one slide, for the moment anyway. "I don’t know... but...” he pulled out the paper they sent to request him. “Do you know who I have to talk to about this... sir? "


The dean whacked him on the back of his head hard with a ruler he had jumbled up with the papers. "Impudence! What kind of tone is that to use to your superior? Mind who you're speaking to or else you'll loose this job as soon as you were offered it! I AM IN CHARGE!" He yelled getting red in the face as bright as a strawberry. Some students chuckled softly, watching a teacher get yelled at by the dean for once.


"Oh so you’re the guy I'm supposed to talk to, eh? That’s great..." The ruler mysteriously snapped in half as he handed him the paper. "Remember boss... you requested me…"
That got the short-tempered Dean angry. "Exactly...so I can fire you too! You are wasting my time! See me after the orientation!" He screamed, snapping out his whip against the ground as a warning.

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Milo ran in dragging Hiro behind him. He looked up, and gasped, quickly trying to stop short before crashing into the Dean but ended up tripping and sliding under him and almost crashed into Dekar instead. Hiro fell down backwards before he was taken with him luckily, watching his friend’s fate.


"Mr. TATSUYA!" The Dean growled and gave him a lash across the back. "And that was a warning..." Milo winced, the whip stung sharply, like needles in the back. The Dean shook his head in disgust and huffed away in the other direction to start the orientation as other students came in and filled the seats in the large auditorium.


Dekar, who had side stepped the kamikaze child when he had come hurdling at him from under the Dean, walked over. What a great way to meet a student on the first day. After a moment passed he looked down to Milo, "You ok, kid?"


Milo quickly sat up like a dog, his huge black puppy ears popped out again replacing his human ears once more. So much for trying to look human so he wouldn’t scare the real ones off. "Y-yeah. I guess...crap...that was exactly what I was trying to avoid...” he sighed “There's another scar on the back..." Hiro got up brushing himself off, stepping towards his foolish friend.


"You idiot! I told you not to run..." He looked up at Dekar. "Who are you anyway, sir?"


"Me? I’m your new teacher of elemental combat." Dropping his voice down a bit the new teach questioned referring to the dean, "Is he always like that?"


"No. That was his overly lovable side that usually isn't that nice..." Hiro sighed. "And Tatsuya here never helps improve his attitude..."
Milo stood up slowly. “He and his damn whip!" he muttered, every movement stung from the lashing.


"…Well don’t worry too much about it... everyone gets whets coming to them. Including him… Eventually…” Bad memories filled Dekar’s head, he decided to change the subject. “So what’s your name?"


Hiro bowed, being proper as usual. "Oh please forgive me, sir! I'm Hiro Itachi and this is my friend Milo Tatsuya. We’re both members of the Lunar Race. He's a werewolf… sorta… and I'm a half-vampire. Other half is a fire demon."


“Interesting...hmm... well Hiro, Milo... I suppose I’ll see you in class."


"W-wait! What species are you?" Milo asked grinning. He wanted to meet another species, another race, so badly. The excitement itched inside of him again as an eager look made its way across the sixteen-year-old’s face.


Dekar stopped. "…Human... I’ll see you in class..." he walked out of the auditorium without another word, stepping outside as he lit a cigarette.
Milo's cover was fully blown now, though it didn’t matter since he had already let out the dog-ears of his. Milo’s black werewolf tail slipped out as well popping up from his pants, and he wagged it to death. A human, he was a human! Milo had met a human! Just like a dog he couldn’t control himself.


"Yes! A human! A human who isn't afraid of a werewolf...FINALLY!" he exclaimed, and found his seat with Hiro, humming something going to the tune of ‘If your happy and you know it’. He was more than happy right now, and felt relieved that he didn’t have to face another rejection from a human as he once had in the past. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.


"You’re too cheerful for someone who just got whipped." Hiro chuckled sitting next to the armrest with Milo on his left.

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Dekar came back in, just in time for the dreaded speech, leaning against a wall while humming ‘Master of Puppets’ by Metallica. He was trying to remember his past again. Why it was all so clouded. Not that it mattered. He had been trying to figure it out all his life. Not like this would be any different...


The dean got up on the main stage in the auditorium. The room was crowded and tight with lots of excited chatter of the students.


"AHEM!" The dean shouted into the microphone and then there was dead silence. He was the one with all the control, the ruler of the school, the tyrant of learning.


"This year there is going to be some new rules and discipline will be HEAVLY re-enforced. No more pranks this year I presume...MILO TATSUYA!" Everyone snickered remembering some of his stupidest pranks that angered the dean preformed by Milo. This wouldn’t stop him of course.


"Wow, the dean mentioned ME!" Milo said acting all honored that he finally got into his usual boring speech starting to plan out his next way to piss off the dean and not get caught. That was Milo’s reputation. Being the class clown, being the prankster, and always being the school idiot.


"Teachers, if you request it, I will get you your own whips to discipline certain students who enjoy doing whatever the hell they please..." After that he went on and on, flipping through his papers, making his usual boring speech, It was basically about how he can suspend anyone, and how the cafeteria food is meant to eaten, that if anyone misbehaved he would personally attend to it, and how he has the power to do whatever he thinks is necessary to maintain discipline. Then he went back to his boring speech. It was the same exact thing, again and again every year.
At least this year something different would happen.


Dekar thought to himself, “What a blow hard. Whips? Oh please. That’s so unnecessary.” He looked down at his blades. “And so out dated. Ha-ha. Not that I’ll need 'em...”


Milo fell asleep half way through and sunk low into his seat. Hiro knocked his elbow into his gut. "Wanna get whipped again? Stay awake Tatsuya!"


Milo yawned. "Same speech year after year Itachi...I can't wait to get to bed...gotta plan out my next...erm...as he calls it, rebellious teenage act against all proper indications of behavior…or a prank as I like to call it." Milo grinned.


"You are just dying to be killed by that guy, aren't you?" Hiro asked as the dean continued his speech.


Dekar started to nod off for a second but caught himself. “How can that guy STILL be talking?” he wondered. The dean was still rambling on…and on…and on…and on…and on….and…on some more.


He kept going on with his rant cracking his whip a couple of times up on the stage. Finally, the long dreary speech ended. Thank God.

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"Everyone, get to your damn rooms! The orientation is over and I'm not taking any damn crap from any damn one of you...and… If I get on fucking complaint about anyone of you idiots harrassin’ a new species to the school I will expel you after a long hard whipping session in my office! Now get to bed...Teachers, there aren't enough rooms for you yet so you might have to bunk up with one of the students since your rooms are being re-done and are running a bit late with final finishing’s, thanks to a certain someone." He gave a sharp look in Milo’s direction and gathered the papers of his horribly long speech.


"...Bunk with a student. Great. Not quite what I was hoping for after being requested for a job but you know, it could always get worse and probably will..." Dekar stepped outside and leaned against a wall watching all the students scramble out of the auditorium.


Milo ran out, with several guys chasing after him yelling at him to get back with their stuff. Already Milo was bothering people, like usual. He ran past Dekar with someone's hat in his mouth and an arm full of odd and unusual items that he was planning on using to prank people with. One of the things was toothpaste.


"MILO YOU MORON! Gimme my money back!" One of the guys shouted, but they all looked like they were having fun. Hiro trotted along behind them, away from the crowd. Nothing of his was taken so there was need to rush.


Dekar watched Milo and the other guys running around like maniacs. "This is gonna be an…interesting…year."


One of the guys tried to jump Milo. He was some sort of reptile demon with a pale green skin color and red lizard-like eyes, with his hair spiked up to look like the spikes on the back of an iguana’s head. Milo laughed and squirted toothpaste in his eyes running away with the money. "Yeah! Wahoo! I'm gonna buy all the desserts I can eat!" He laughed. Not that he ever actually paid for those extra desserts, he just “permanently borrowed” them from the cafeteria.


Dekar walked back into the auditorium to try and ask the dean what the deal was with the rooms. He waited until he was done with a student that had headphones on her head. The poor kid, getting yelled at already.


"If you were listening the deal is that the teachers get better rooms than the students and the rooms are being re-done. And if you read your form you'd know that you'd have to request a finished room before the year started. Looks like you're bunking with one of those… those students. Only two to a room and no complaining or else.... If I were you I'd stay away from that damn Tatsuya character...he's nothing good."


"...Sure..." Dekar stepped outside.
Throwing the people's clothing that he stole in opposite directions so they had to stop chasing him and pick them up, Milo made his escape. He ran towards his room laughing his head off, knowing that he wouldn't ever give the money back. He darted around a corner to make his final escape, but was stopped short when a hand grabbed him by the collar.


"You know, stealing is wrong..."
Milo nearly choked and stopped short, catching his breath. "What's it to you?" he asked sharply and grinned. But to his surprise it wasn’t one of his friends, but one of the teachers. It was none other than Dekar. "Oh, hey teach! I'm not stealing exactly…they, um, you see, uh, owed…me…" he said, taking a couple slow steps backwards.


"Yeah, yeah…" Dekar aimed his index finger at him and slowly Milo levitated off the floor so he couldn’t run.


Milo's eyes shined with wonder as a smile spread widely across his face. "Wow! This is awesome! Can you teach me how to do this? I could have...fun with this!" he jittered ignoring why Dekar was even talking to him.


The teacher thought to himself, “What does the dean see in this kid that he is so much trouble?” he giggled like a little schoolgirl. “Ya know...” getting an idea he smiled and set him down on the floor once more. “Sure…eventually... cause I’m bunking with you.”


Milo's ears shot down and his jaw hung open when he heard what Dekar said. A teacher was going to bunk with him. "Wh-why?" He stammered, thinking of all the 'interesting' things he had in his room that shouldn’t be there. The list could go so far to make a psychiatrist call him a lost cause.


"In part it’s just to piss off old iron sides. But I also have a feeling I should keep an eye on you…"


"That is both good… and bad. I like that you wanna piss off that old fart like I do but, erm, mind if I um…tidy up a bit first?" he asked Dekar uneasily.


Dekar stared sharply at his pupil. “In fact I would prefer it...”
Milo laughed nervously and sighed. "Could I...I dunno...be let down or something?" But after a few moments of awkward silence he realized he already had been. “Oh…” he mumbled. Milo wasn’t the sharpest tack in the box he was more like the loose screw.


Milo rushed off to his room and quickly hid his 'interesting items' such as daggers, nearly all of the cafeteria's actual edible desserts that he permanently borrowed, and some things that no one would even believe he would have. Quickly grabbing all of his junk, Milo stashed it all in a trapped door under his bed, which lead to a crawl space.


Dekar followed him to the room and waited outside while he "cleaned". This pupil would make things living here… interesting more or less. Milo quickly stuffed the last of his items that he was planning on using for pranks and hid something under his pillow with a small grin, just in case. "C'mon in if you want!" he shouted, letting Dekar enter the less than perfect room.


Dekar stepped in cautiously. It looked like any normal dorm room, except for the shadily hidden trap door, and the forgotten about dagger lying on the floor. Dekar picked it up to look at it, it was hard to tell what he would do with that expression on his face. "Hmm..."


"OH!" Milo said, leaping up and taking it back. "That's my uh...uh...uh..." he stammered some more, thinking. "Uh...uh...erm...um..........you see its...a...knife I use to cut my food that I eat in here?"


It flew back into Dekar’s hand in an instant. "Its nice...'lil worn on this edge. Do you have any sharpening tools?"


"Why would I wanna sharpen a knife?" he asked playing dumb. The soft sound of a chicken's clucking came from under the floor. Milo stomped on the floor to make it shut up. Yeah. Real smooth.


"... Milo... you have to realize… I really don’t care what you have going on in this place. At least on the weapons front, the chickens are a bit disturbing..." Dekar took his sheathed blades off and laid them on the desk then he sat his magnum next to them.
Milo sighed. "That's good...but honestly, what idiot would keep a chicken?" he asked playing dumb again, as it started cock-a-doodle-doing. No hiding it now. "It’s a rooster..." He said crossing his arms, blushing slightly in embarrassment.


"Yeah... real smooth. Well as long as it doesn’t keep me awake then its fine... for now...” Dekar took his weapons and puts them back on. "I’m gonna go patrol the halls..." he stopped, about to ask what the rooster was for but... decided it would be better not to know.


"The dean will get pissed off you know...so…I hope you have fun!" Milo said cheerfully, letting his large feathered birds roam free all over his room now that his cover was blown. He had six of them…so far. All that could be said was that Dekar did the right choice by not asking what they were for. Milo could drive anyone to the point of insanity.

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Kira the wanderer

Walking in through the front doors with his luggage cart rolling neatly behind him, a fourteen-year-old boy entered the boarding school missing the orientation by a few minutes. Looking around and smiling the boy walked further into the school’s entrance hall. He ran his fingers through his brown hair that was getting a little on the long sides. The boy was about average height for a ninth grader with eyes full of curiosity. On his luggage bag his name was attached to a small card. It simply read, Langle.


"Seems like a pretty nice place....” The boy thought. He walked forward and looked around again. Everything seemed so quiet since all the students cleared out. Langle called out to anyone that might hear and help him to his room, "Hello?"


"Who the fucking hell are you talking to, idiot?" Langle looked around to see where the voice had come from. Seeming as though the voice came from the shadows themselves, his head snapped around into the direction of the voice.


"To anyone that might be near." He responded, his smile turning into a scowl.


"Feh. Idiot." A dark shadow came forth from the shadows, slowly rising from the floor itself. It was a boy about the age of seventeen with long black hair that curved in towards his chin that was shorter in the back. His deep eyes looked like black holes against his pale skin. He worse a long black Magic User's cloak with the sleeves longer than his hands and the bottom hiding his feet so that only his face could be seen. "You remind me of Tatsuya."


Langle looked at the guy, smirking. "Huh. I haven't any time for the likes of you anyways.” Starting to look for a sign that would point him to the dorms he turned his back on the elder teen.


"Your right. You’re…unworthy." The teen rolled his eyes not really wanting much to do with the boy anyway. “Idiot..."


“What’s with that guy?!" He thought furiously. "Why are you still here then? Just go away if you have nothing better to do."


"Its fun to watch morons make fools of themselves…" The shadow boy snickered, not moving an inch from the spot he stood. This new kid was on his turf, a dangerous field to play upon. He was known for his ruthless behavior, cold attitude, hatred for those weaker than him, but most of all, his power.

His name was known throughout the school as the best magic student in all its history. His name that was famous throughout these halls, Michado Kanashi, meant “Shadow stalker” in his native language.
Langle checked over his shoulders staring at where Michado was standing with that smug look plastered on his face. "And just how am I making a fool of myself?"


Michado rolled his eyes, "Moron..." was all he said to the new boy. “Its more than obvious for those with half a brain. Already lost? Pathetic. Don’t even think of surviving in this place.”


Sighing, Langle knew that there was no hope of ever being friends with this one. "Whatever." He mumbled ignoring him. It was hopeless to deal with someone clearly not interested in being friendly. There were better things to do.


But the shadow stalker didn’t leave instead he crossed his arms, leaned against a wall, and decided to watch the poor new student for entertainment. "Look, if you're bored than either help me or… go hang out with your friends. That is if you have any." Langle’s now irritated voice lashed out as his patience with this one thinned.


"Why the hell would I help a worthless chump like you? And I am the most popular in the Magic User's class, amateur!" Michado’s deep taunting voice snapped back. His face remained with that bitter scowl written upon it, a look used so often by him it had nearly become his trademark. Yet a small spark of interest sparked in Langle’s eyes.


The word magic intrigued him. "Magic class? Well as you do not know, I am an elemental bard from the Sentineil Mountains."


"Once again, that is something I couldn't give less of a shit about." Michado spat on the ground, crossing his arms. “If you’re really so worthless as to have to prove yourself then you should just go home now.”


Just as the tension riled up between the two, a shadowy figure crept up from behind the troublemaker. "You are also up past curfew..." it was Dekar. Langle glared at Michado but did not make a move, not wanting to start anything in front of a teacher. At least something was being done about him, so he just brushed it off, as the rays of light pouring in from the window slowly became thinner and thinner.


The small trace amounts of light from day started to die, and the light coming in from the windows was now moonlight. The tension between the two students started to demise with day, simmering but it still lurked in the air.


"And who the hell are you?" Michado asked, not caring, leaning against a banister that led upstairs. There were so many pests in this school and yet they were all so blind. He hated them, and now another dares to show his face. Michado’s scowl didn’t leave his face even for a moment.


"Your new teacher and I’d recommend you stop picking on this kid and get to your dorm… but it’s just a suggestion…"


"Oh, you’re a new teacher? Not that I really care. You should back off and mind your own business. I don't give a crap about teachers or the damn dean. Go to fucking hell."


Dekar laughed, but it wasn’t funny. “I've been to hell. Not very much fun… so I suggest you move…”


Langle looked at the teacher and explained, "Well, I was on my way to them but..." He paused to glare at Michado again. "Anyways, where are the dorms?"


"Aren’t you a student here?" Dekar questioned casually.


“What else would he be, genius?" Michado gave off a tone. It hadn’t even been five minutes and he already didn’t respect him.


"Listen punk... I don’t mind if I get fired... Get my drift? So… GO. TO. YOU’RE. ROOM." But all he got was the typical eye roll from Michado and nothing more.


Langle looked around. "Umm. Yeah, but I just got here. What, are we supposed to know where the dorms are or something?" he rubbed the back of his head sighing helplessly in a midst of confusion.
Michado finally snapped back, "I'd love to see you try. Not that I have a room. I don’t need one. I can tell you’re a disgusting human. Why the hell would I listen to an idiot like you, who is beneath me?"


“I know a kid you can bunk with... follow me." Dekar replied, then to Michado, "To bed smart ass."

Langle nodded. "Ok I don't like to be alone anyways." He smiled. Michado snapped another insulting comment but they just shrugged it off. Vanishing into the shadows leaving no trace behind, Michado’s presence faded. He didn’t care about them, or anyone else at this school. He lived for himself and himself alone.


Dekar walked the spacious halls, leading the new student to Hiro’s room. That should be a good place for him. Knocking on the door, he waited for a reply. "Come on in." Hiro called out calmly, reading a book in his bed.
Dekar opened the door "Hiro. What’s up? I got you a roommate."


"Oh! It’s the new teacher. Good evening! A roommate? That sounds nice, if he doesn't mind a slight light on most of the night. I don't sleep for half the night being a half vampire and all, but I usually hit the hay around three."


Langle looked over at his new roommate with a small grin. "Hey I'm Langle. And don’t worry, I don't mind the staying up. I'm kinda an insomniac myself." He chuckled a little.


Hiro smiled, not too sure what that meant. With a slightly confused look on his face he replied to the newcomer, “Uh… sure. I'm a half vampire...other half demon. What are you?" Langle placed down his luggage carefully. It made a gentle clunk sound as it hit the floor. "An insomniac… it means I stay up late too.” He clarified. “Anyways I guess I'm a Sentineil. That’s like a human with magical powers. Nice to meet you." Holding out his hand he smiled.


Hiro grinned, and shook his hand. "That's a new species here at the school. Milo will be jealous. He is the school idiot."
Withdrawing his hand there was a look of interest starting to show on the young boy’s face. "School idiot, huh? I'd like to meet him."

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This was the first time… in a long time… that he had to share his room with someone. Rolling over to the side, nearly stubbing his nose against the wall, Milo shut his eyes. Now he had to be on edge all the time, having a teacher stay with him and all. What a hassle that would be, though


Dekar didn’t seem like the average teacher. Oh well, normal was never a word meant to exist within the walls of the boarding school. None of them could ever hope to fulfill the meaning of that word and never have, so why was it that Dekar seemed out of the ordinary in a place like this?
It didn’t matter. None of this would help him fall asleep any faster. Pulling the covers over his head and big dog-like ears, finally he put his head to rest. He put his head down on the pillow and a CLUNK could be heard. He looked under it and remembered what he hid there. Milo carefully moved it to the side, being sure to not apply any unneeded pressure on it.


“Why AM I here? I mean come on... I’m a teacher! Pretty big jump from my other professions...” Those were the last thoughts of Dekar for the night before sleep came way giving an end to long day.


Tomorrow classes would start. The beginning of a long school year was to be born at dawn. It was the first day that all different creatures would be together in one room, whether they be of the Lunar Race or human. Tomorrow was the start of an entirely new world for all the students in the boarding school.

[the end! of chapter one at least]