Lucifer, in the brief time he had been here, had already reached a stark conclusion: he was going to hate it here. The random arbitrary 'tests', the lack of brotherhood, those two insufferable girls... they all pointed to him having a bad time. The worst part was, this was merely day one. How much more of this madness would he have to endure?

Presumably, a lot of it. And because he was a cute charming casanova-minor, as opposed to, say, a mentally masochistic pushover, he was going to end up putting up with it. Oh well - he had his knife and he had his wits, and that was all any assassin needed. Well, the advanced training and extensive ring of contacts helped.

And so, with apprehension in his heart and a slightly sore bottom, Luci began the walk back to his room. He felt quite drained by today's events, which was ludicrous because he had done a grand total of bugger all. If that was the effect of this place after one day, god himself could only guess as to what it would be like after a month. Or a year.

He was about halfway there when he caught a glimpse of something in the hall. It was subtle but if you looked at it from the right angle you could see light reflecting off strands of string. Luci got as close as he deemed safe to the wire, unsure what to make of it. Was this another test or had some wayward student set it up? He presumed the latter, but after the Great Furry Coup, he had his doubts whoever ran this place was entirely within his boundaries of 'logical'.

What the device did was beyond him. It looked like a bit of cheese wire. Maybe it was cheese wire. He wouldn't put it past him. Looking further down the corridor, he could see a few more pieces of wire spread out like traps. Whoever planted these was clearly planning on catching someone with them.

Lucifer was about to just siddle past it, but he was curious. What was this thing? If it was cheese wire, it wouldn't hurt if he just touched it slightly. Heck, maybe it was a spider's web and he was just being paranoid.
So what did he do? He reached out and brushed his finger against it. He had just come to realise that, no, it was not cheese wire when he very suddenly started seeing things upside down. Apparently it was some kind of leg-noose trap. That would have been good to know before he decided to set it off.

But unlike the other trapped girls - of whom he had no knowledge - he had one advantage they sorely lacked. His knife was a kitten's whisker away from his hand, so he was more than capable of freeing himself.

But he didn't. For reasons only known to him, he allowed himself to hang suspended for a few moments. Perhaps he just needed a break from reality for a moment, or maybe he was pretending to be a bat. He had to admit, hanging upside down was a good way to view the world. He could fall asleep like this, if there wasn't the risk of blood clotting in his brain. Maybe he could stay here forever. On the other hand, he couldn't really do much up here and if Alexandra or Mysterious Japanese Girl saw him up here, all trussed up and helpless... there were some unfortunate implications.

After his little bit of 'me time', Luci slid his dagger between the his foot and the string, cutting himself free in graceful slice. He hit the ground almost noiselessly, before scrabbling to his feet and dusting himself off. Whover had set these down must have been extremely careful. If they were his, he'd probably get caught every time he laid one down.

He made it back without further incedent. He didn't notice the new bag, nor did he care. Instead, he was more interested in his bed - and how he could get changed into suitable nightclothes without risking Alexandra ogling him.

Amy had been hanging there for at least ten minutes without anyone passing throught this part of the hall way. The traps in the hallway must give off a bad vibe or everyone suddenly got free from school. No wait they did but was this hallway really suppose to be this empty. The sight of the girl hanging scared off some of the people that wanted to pass through. You don't see someone hanging lifelessly somewhere in a hallway without thinking it might be dead or not.

The small girl her head had started to hurt a little and she was getting more and more dizzy ever so frequently. Yet, she was fine anyhow. Someone would eventually helo her from the trap and she was a very patient girl so it would all turn out okay. Whenever that may be was still unknown.

After a while of empty silence she could finally hear her rescue comming this way. She stared through the hallway at the spot the person was gonna show up pretty soon while still slowly spinning around. Eventually she was blankly staring at the girl that had arrived but kept quiet while she spun around, she was not being able to see the girl for a short amount of time due to the direction she was facing right now. She could hear the girl speaking though and at first it sounded rather normal. Yet she did not reply and patiently waited till she was full crickle. She only returned back to staring at the girl again with the blank look in her eyes and without a word.

The girl hazzily said something to her but it was hard to understand when she was talking in japanese and half drunk... No!... Full drunk! at the same time. The girl wrote about Amy her basic appearance and her activities at the moment and yet was speaking out loud for some reason. Well Amy could actually tell why she was talking to herself. The name alchol made it all clear in the blink of an eye. The nameless girl asked Amy how she ended up like that but before Amy could open her mouth to reply or warn her about traps it was already too late. She blankly stared at Kyoko for a long time but still kept quiet thinking about how this all could have happened.

Whenever the girl kept spouting out more drunk talk or not Amy would have simply refrained from talking and just stare at the girl as she could before spinning once more. Her muscles were also started to get quite tired now. She was about to give up on supporting her clothes from dropping down again before she could hear another student that was trying to mimic a female goat behind her. She waited for another half circle and bluntly started talking with the same look remaining on her face "Nice to meet you." It was short but not so powerfull. She turned around again and heared the girl dump her food and drink down her throat like it was a challenge.

The new girl was however very right about the situation they were both in. Well it was particularly normal for a drunk person to walk in but a sane dead normal girl wouldn't just walk in for fun. And indeed it wasn't something she was going to do twice either. She gave an upside down nod at the girl and went full circle again.

Out of nowhere she felt her gravity increasing and fell down with her head first onto the ground. She immediatly curled up in pain but it only lasted for seconds. Short after she had fallen onto the ground she spread herself across the floor and lied down looking up at the ceiling. It hurted even more to be in the right position again. Everything was spinning but Amy slowly made her way to sit upright again. Her foot was also hurted quite much due to the rope of course. The mark of where the rope had been on her foot the whole time could clearly and visibly been seen and it might hurt for a while too. She carefully stood up again and brushed off the dust out of her clothes. She faced the girl that saved her and made a small bow with her head "Thank you very much." It didn't sound as happy as it should have been but it was exceptable.

She ducked down and got hold of her katana again. She inspected the sheating of the sword to see if it was damaged during the fall but luckily it seemed just fine. She gently smilrd at the idea of her master not hurting her by any potential sword damage and just on the right time her stomach started rumbling heavily. She looked over towards the helpfull girl again and looked if she still got any food left but it was already long gone. She disappointingly looked down at the ground but forgave the girl and held out her hand towards the girl "Amy." She also poked her out but more carefull this time at the other girl "Amy."

(Again grammar edit tommorow. Its 2 am i also need sleep)

Miles grinned as Minako seemed pleased with the way he was carrying her, he was usually only this forward after at least week of getting to know someone. Surprised by her lightness Miles took extra care to keep his steps light so he didn’t so much as sway and he carried Minako to her room.
Down the hall and to the... right repeating the directions as he walked Miles was careful to avoid any bodies still on the ground and firmly supported Minako.

Reaching her door, Miles put Minako back down and opened the door for her, holding her gently by the wrist as he did, noticing her pulse and smiling in his heart at the reaction. With a mock frown Miles rested the back of his hand on Minako’s forehead, getting slightly closer to her than the action truly required.
“Well little sister, you have a high heart rate and temperature. Now I’m sure you are fine, but it would be remiss of me as both a gentleman and a big brother to leave my little sister by herself when she could be sick would it not? So if you have no objections I will stay overnight.”

Sparing the room a once over before entering Miles once again picked up Minako and carried her to a bed and laid her down.
“Do you have any objections, my little sister?” he had a slight smile on his face as he still held her hand, still unsure if he was doing this ‘Onii-chan’ business correctly.

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Addie

Addie wasn't feeling like herself today, not a bit to say the truth. Maybe it was because of all the morning mayhem and agitation, maybe it was because her life had been threatened time after time, or... just because she was hungry? Anyway, the fact was that Addie wasn't well, and the way she kept talking to herself, and the smirk she was giving off as she approached Sayaka were proofs of that.

"Don't worry, Sayaka-san, I won't do anything with you that you wouldn't do to yourself..." Addie's lavender hair swished to and fro as she undid the unconscious Sayaka's bandages around the area were she had been pummeled by Baset. It was quite an ugly wound, but nothing life threatening, so all that Addie did was clean it and spray some antiseptic, before rebandaging it again "You are in good hands, Sayaka-san, Rei and I won't let anything happen to you... hehehe."

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Kaede

"Saya-sama, I haven't found anything out of order. I think that the school building is safe for the time being." Kaede called the security room and said as she finished most of her round through the school "It seems that we had a few more casualties, though. Not all student that were affect by that mind control serum resisted its effects" Kaede continued her report while gesturing for some guards to take away a couple of deceased students, that looked like they had died from a heart attack.

"I'm sorry for not being able to protect the students like I was ordered to" Kaede said in an apologetic tone just as she was coming back inside the main building "I'm a failure. As a member of the Black Class, I should be able to uphold Riddle Academy's values, but the next time I see those persons... I guess that I may not be able to keep my blade stainless..." the scarf wearing girl said as she slowly went back to her own room.

Nevertheless, before she arrived there, Kaede found something that lifted her mood "It seems that I still have work to do, though. She will never learn, will she?" Kaede turned off the call, but her voice sounded more amused than anything else now... perhaps even a small chuckle could have been heard coming out of Kaede's throat?

Moments later...

"Hey you, how many times are you going make me scold you in one single day?" Kaede said, looking down on the stumbling Kyoko, a shameful image of what alcohol can do to a person, in Kaede's opinion. Nevertheless, there was something about Kyoko's defiance to the school regulations that made it hard for Kaede to properly call Kyoko for it. Though, the scarf wearing maid (Kaede was still in those clothes until now), didn't knew what was it.

"Come now" Kaede said as she helped Kyoko steady herself "you are making a visit to Saya-sama as soon as you've taken a bath. And if don't do it yourself I'll force you" It was then, that Kaede noticed what was hidden inside of Kyoko's shirt and incerimoniously tucked her hand inside of it. "And this..." Kaede said, as she confiscated the other girl's booze "comes with me."

After that, Kaede stood there waiting for Kyoko's reply, that is, if the drunk girl could give her a reply, at all.

In the meanwhile, Kaede's gaze wavered intantly to the other two girls standing in the corridor and she walked up to them, before yelling "You two! Saya-sama had declared a curfew! Get back to your rooms, already!" However, as soon as Kaede's eyes fell over Itsuko, she raised one of her eyebrows "Hey you, show me your ID... I don't remember anyone like you on the student roster."

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Itsuko

"Well, so you name is Amy, right?" Itsuko asked the smallish girl before her, taking the time to look her up and down, as if to evaluate her, though, it wouldn't be impossible mistake it for ogling, if an unaware passerby came into them.

After she was satisfied with herself, Itsuko placed a hand on one of Amy's shoulders and looked the other girl in the eyes "I'm Kanzaki Itsuko, but from now on you can call me sensei,'cause I'll teach you all that you need to know about."

It was then that the booby girl that looked like, or better, that was fully drunk talked to them, but before Itsuko could reply to the compliment she got, some maid came in yelling that she wanted to see Itsuko's ID, which she didn't had since Itsuko wasn't a student around here.

The Rampaging Tiger stood still for a moment, thinking what was the best strategy to follow.

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Itsuko suddenly started speaking to her, Amy averted her eyes towards one of her pockets and shoved one of her hands into the school uniform pocket. She grabbed an item out of it and held it on chest height with her eyes locked onto the item. It was a small book that was held together with a metal ring. The pocket book had a lot of tiny papers attached together with every single one having something diffrent written on them. It was used for english to japanese translation and backwards. She looked up a few words in the book that the girl had said and pointed her eyes back towards the girl giving a confirming nod towards her that her name was indeed Amy. She looked back at the book and fiddled around some more while talking back towards Itsuko "Name is Amy, nice to... meet you..."

She stared deeply in the girl her eyes and noticed she was checking out Amy's body. Well she couldn't hide it and she didn't mind it anyway so she let the girl freely stare at her beautiful body for as long as she liked. Amy turned around towards the drunk girl and immediatly felt Itsuko her hand drop onto her shoulder. She looked at it for a few seconds before looking back at the drunk girl again. At first glance it looked like she didn't drink occasionally but like all the time. The reeking of alchol filled the hallway. That stuff was seriously strong enough to blind a cow. Amy waited for Itsuko to finish with talking to hear what she had to say and shook the other girl her hand while replying to the confirmation of her name "Nice to meet you Kyoko-senpai." Her face remained as blank as ever.

It wasn't a minute later before the next dramatic girl arrived in the hallway. She was wearing something diffrent then every other students she had been comming across untill now. A maid outfit. This was her first time seeing anything like this in her life. People don't wear those things so much on this day and age as in the past, so it was quiet rare sight to see. The girl was firing words at Kyoko one after another and Amy was frantically trying to translate them but couldn't keep up. She timidly stared at the small book while she could clearly feel the maid girl her pressure. She fiddled around with it some more but had forgotten the words the maid girl had spoken already. Amy looked up from the book and stared at the maid girl for a long period of time with a blank deadpan look on her face. She angled her head in confusion to what the girl had been saying and tried something "Nice to meet you, my name is Amy... how are... you today?..." She continuously kept staring at the maid girl and noticed that her sight was also pointed at Itsuko behind her.

She repeated the words in her head a few times and looked them up. Eventually she figured out what she was saying to Itsuko and turned her head towards her. Why would she need a student ID if she was a teacher at this school. She glared at the teacher and squinted her eyes a little. Why would she be lying about being a teacher. Amy fiddled around with her pocket book "What subjects... do... you give Itsuko-sensei?"

By the time Minako and Miles had walked off into the short girl’s dorm room, Donna had already thought of several different and descriptive ways in which to murder them both. Of course, as her fellow third year student, she’d go easy on Miles. Maybe only have him conscious while she ripped his guts through his face with her teeth as opposed to something else. Minako on the other hand would pay dearly...

“Oh ho, well isn’t this new,” the shark-toothed girl muttered to herself. “Heh, been a while since I felt something like this. Don’t tell me Calamari is actually making me jealous…maybe I can ask mom about it later. Oh well. Boss needs me, oh ho!”

Checking the reports between Kaede and Izumi, Donna saw that she was required in the nurse’s office. The dummy had gotten herself killed, leaving the infirmary in a state of mass panic and hysteria. Or something like that. Shaking her head, the sharp-teethed girl was there in a blur, noting the corpse of the poor nurse. Changing back into her own outfit, she snickered as the chaos continued to ensue. Oh well. More traffic control for her.

She did notice the boss’ little sister and her friends though. Apparently the shy one had a personality change and was performing what looked to amount to surgery on the mummy. It really wasn’t Donna’s business to meddle, and if Rei was the Head Director’s sister, there was no doubt that she’d just chew her out for “helping”. So for now, Donna ignored them.

It was a good thing too because then Donna would have to see the grimace on Rei’s face. While she didn’t particularly like Sayaka-at least not her pervy nature-she couldn’t help but cringe as the mummified girl began to scream and holler as Addie unwrapped her bandages. She was even about to step in and suggest Addie try a different method of…whatever she was trying to do.

Then Sayaka mentioned the desire to see both her and her sister in the nude. Rei’s eye twitched as all sympathy for the now revealed and pale girl evaporated. With a dark look, she moved aside and motioned for Addie to do her thing. Whatever it was she was doing.

“Go ahead Addie-san. I’m sure you can make her feel just right again,” she said with venomous sarcasm, not really caring now that Sayaka had apparently fainted. That’s when the PA began to go off and Rei looked up. She raised an eye at this…interesting new message spoken by the Head Director.

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What? Who the hell was Kanzaki Itsuko?

Right as Addie began to take off Sayaka's bandages she started to slowly twitch back to life, and when Addie revealed Sayaka's pale gut, Sayaka snapped awake and started to panic and scream while Addie tried to unravel her bandages, Sayaka felt a burning feeling on her pale skin, it felt like someone took a giant lighter to her skin or soaked her in kerosene for a couple days and just lit her up with a lighter, Sayaka could hear Rei and Addie, she kicked and flailed her arms around feeling the worst pain imaginable.

" STOP ! Put them back on me, put them on me, it burns ! IT Burns ! Put the Bandages on ! Put them on ! NOW !" Sayaka screamed to the top of her lungd at the two of them like she was about to die from pain, she tried to reach for more bandages as Addie put more bandages on her and Sayaka kicked at Addie but didn't hit her, just trying to scare her." Don't touch my bandages again, don't they are my skin on top of my skin and keep my wounds from burning me alive and killing me. I need them to stay alive." Sayaka told Addie feeling angry at her for taking off her bandages and revealing her skin to the air.

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Miles smiled as Minako was happy to have him stay over for the night. “Very well little sister, I’ll just go and get my things and some medicine, just in case alright?” with a soft kiss on her forehead and a pat on her head Miles reluctantly let go of the soft little hand still holding his he left, gently shutting the door behind him. This onii-chan stuff seems fairly straightforward.

His footsteps echoing through the silent halls Miles’ demeanour was different than a lot of the younger students who joined this Academy. Being strong in his gentleman ideals he felt there was no reason he should ever have to hide or ambush from around a corner, since he believed no such attack could outright kill him. Reaching the front desk, Miles let himself in, searching for his luggage that he had left since in previous years things have been known to go missing during the introduction ceremony.

Finding his things all in order, Miles carried his bags and made his way to the infirmary to get some common cold medicine. As he approached he heard un-earthly screams and pleas echo through the corridor. Is the nurse using a bone-saw? She has a bone-saw?! Oh I hope so! They are so useful and so very persuasive~

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With a light knock on the open door to announce his presence Miles took a quick survey of the room and saw a young girl completely bandaged “Hello there, sorry to interrupt I’m just here for some... cold... medicine...” Miles had just noticed Donna in the nurse’s outfit, surprisingly not covered in blood. Coughing to clear his throat and hide the slight reddening of his cheeks Miles recomposed himself and grinned
“Donna! How good to see you! Or should I say ‘Helloooo Nurse’? Hmm, sorry, bad joke on my part relating to an old cartoon, it was in poor taste” entering the infirmary proper he politely bowed to each of the other young ladies in the room before turning back to Donna,
“I did not expect for us to bump into each other again today, and with you in such a fetching outfit! I’m just here for some cold medicine and maybe some painkillers if any are left after the cacophony of screams." Seeing the bandaged young lady Miles could only imagine what Donna did to her.
"Pardon the rudeness, but were you the causes of those screams? Scaring the young-blood with a bone-saw perhaps...?” an odd hopeful tone crept into his voice as he asked about the bone-saw, nearing on excitement at the idea that the school had a bone-saw.

"You was hurt, Sayaka-san. I was only trying to help" Addie said as Sayaka kicked her away. Despite the kick not having connected, Addie was still scared by it and as she jumped backwards, Addie tripped on something and fell hitting her head in a bed and falling unconscious.

The injury that Addie sustained wasn't all that serious, to say the truth and it was more like she collapsed out of exhaustion that because she hit her head. Probably, all that the lavender haired girl needed was some rest and coming the next morning she would be as good as ever.

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Even Itsuko was taken aback when she heard the announcement made by Saya, but a natural liar such as she couldn't let such a golden opportunity escape her hands "You heard the woman upstairs, haven't you? If know, know that from now on I'll be in charge of some of the classes around here" Itsuko said to Kaede before pointing to herself with her thumb "I'm Kanzaki Itsuko, Riddle Academy's newest teacher. It's a pleasure to meet you" she said with a big grin stamped all over her face.

Then, Itsuko turned to Amy and said, in English this time, "Well, Amy, from now on I'll be tutoring you just as promised. Look forward to the lessons from the strongest woman in the world" before leaving the corridor and going back to Lucifer and Sasha's room.

Once Itsuko got there, no one was to be seen "Ara ara, I wonder where are they? Perhaps... having some lewd secret time?" she said to herself, before picking her own belongings and moving to her next choice of a room, while thinking "Now that I'm a teacher, I can't stay here. I'll be such a shame to miss all those chances of 'settling the score' with Alexy, though."

"Ara, come to think of it. Have I dismarded that trap on the bathroom?" Itsuko said to herself while walking down the corridors again, but eventually she shrugged like it was not her business "Well, if Alexy ever falls for that, she will never worthy of being my rival".

Not long later, despite the distance that she had to cover, Itsuko arrived at her destination and quickly made herself at home, plunging her body in the softeness of Saya's couch as she waited the Head Director while taking a nap on her living room.

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"Well then, I'm sorry for interrupting you, sensei" Kaede said as she heard Itsuko's bold faced lie. The blonde was like an open book for the psych, but given that Saya approved of this personally, there was nothing that Kaede could do "I'll watch every of your movements, though. Misbehave and I'm going to show you why the Black Class and the Disciplinary Comitee are so feared..." she said, before turning her attention away from Itsuko.

"It's hard to find someone with proper manners these days" Kaede said to Amy, praising her, "Asamiya Kaede -Head of the Disciplinary Comitee-, I'm glad to meet you too, but it's about time you should be going to your room. If you want to talk we can do so another time." Kaede said to Amy, before gesturing for her to go.

"Now, about you" Kaede said to Kyoko. "Let's go back to your room. For some reason I think that Saya-sama will go easy on you if we go meet her now. But I'll watch you all the night to make sure that you don't drink even a single drop, before we can meet Saya-sama in the morning."

"If you do well, though I'll allow you to at least have this bottle back" Kade said as she used the bottle of booze to slowly draw Kyoko back to her room and inside the bathroom "Now, where should I start?" Kaede said, closing the door behind them.

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The speakers cut off their conversation and made clear Itsuko was a new teacher here. Amy frowned slightly at the sudden message from the head council and peered at Itsuko how that was a complete lucky coincedence driven by the super natural. She gave a short shrug and continued to listen to the girl. Itsuko began talking in english which clearly was more convenient for Amy than that stupid Japanese. Amy warmly smiled and dropped the translation book in her hand alongst her side while giving a nod at her new teacher, she gladly wanted to learn from her new teacher. She then bowed at the teacher for taking their leave and turned to the other two that were arguing once more.

The drunk girl seemed to be wanting her stolen alchol again. What wasn't weird for her for some reason. She could just cut off the maid her hand to get the girl her alchol back but refrained for now. She might get expelled and the girl didn't seem like she could drink any more alcohol after all she just had. The maid girl said a few things to Amy but she couldn't understand some things completely. At least she knew the girl was being kind and had given her name. She gave a nod at the maid and figured she should head back to her own room. The maid girl used the temptation of the alcohol to draw Kyoko back to her room and soon left the speecheless Amy alone.
Amy left herself too when no one was around to talk nor play anymore and went to her dorm room.

As soon as she entered Amy went straight to her drawer filled with shirts and skirts. She opened it and digged around in it a little untill blood dropped down one of her fingers. She sticked the hurted finger into her mouth and digged the clothes around the thing that hurt her with the other hand. A tiny creature filled with needles appeared under the pile of clothes. It was a small hedgehog that was hiden under her shirts. Amy gave the cute creature some food and water and left the creature alone and went to take a shower and filled in some free time with japanese writing before going to sleep.

Rei sighed in slight annoyance to Sayaka’s sudden and violent outbreak. Honestly, did everything the bandaged girl do have to be a dramatic of some sort? She ignored her teammate’s pleas, confident in Addie’s skill as a medic to not break anything too severe. Then something incredibly stupid happened and Rei sighed a second time.

Addie had tripped on…something. Whatever it was, it was enough to render her unconscious. Well then, Rei was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Thankfully though, she managed to convince Donna to take them all back to their dorm rooms. Granted it took some persuasion on her part and faint promises of having the creepy sharp-toothed girl bite her later. Thankfully, they made it back with all of their limbs attached.

The young Momoko tried not to think about whatever deal she had promised Shark-chan, her focuses instead on how dark it was getting outside. With a third and final sigh on that day, she placed the sleeping Addie to bed and dropped the annoying Sayaka in hers. A quick shower later, and she was resting in her own bed, waiting for what the next day would bring.

Back at the infirmary, Donna had just gotten back from taking the First Years to their rooms. With a content smile on her face, she finally paid attention to Miles. After all, she had been gone for little more than a few seconds. She listened to his request, her smile widening as he complimented her and asked for painkillers. In no time, she had the medicine right in her hand.

“Oh ho, here you go Miles dear. And might I add that you look just tasty enough to bite too! As for all those dreadful screams, I think I might have gotten...carried away?”

The shark-toothed girl made a quick glance around to ensure that all of the students were either taken care of or had been moved out. With a dark smirk, she snatched back the painkillers with one hand and took Miles by the collar of his shirt in the other. She found the closest door she could locate in the immediate area and hurled them both into it, not caring that it was supply closet.

With darkness fast approaching the outside world, the only source of light became Donna’s glimmering eyes and razor teeth. Leaning in, she felt the urge to maim and slaughter and cuddle Miles’s corpse for as long as she wanted.

“Oh ho, I might just make you scream out like all those other students. Don’t worry though. I’m not bad…I’m just played that way,” said Donna, staring off into the darkness as if viewing some unseen audience before pouncing on her pray.

As those two commenced to have the fleeting fun of their lives, night had finally fallen upon Riddle Academy. Throughout the shadows of the school, one much more darker and sinful passed by as silent as a ghost. That presence finally revealed itself as the Head Director, who entered into her personal chambers. She did not raise an eye nor react to the sight of the sleeping Itsuko, only moving by without acknowledgement as she headed to her private office.

Right then. Time for classes to begin once again. Before everyone knew it, morning was upon them all. Not tricks. No lies. No delusions. Today would begin the first step of their training. By the time Itsuko would wake up again, Saya was already gone. However, she left a note on her lap detailing her actions for the day. The blonde girl was to have every student complete a physical training course so that the school could place them in the appropriate starter classes. Itsuko would manage that initially before meeting up and conversing with the Black Class sometime before this evening.

Never a dull moment.

"Well, I think that it's time to do or die, now... literally" Itsuko said to herself, as she finished her morning workout and jogged to the Academy's sports grounds. She was wearing a yellow hoodie with three black stripes running down the arms and matching pants, as well as black/yellow sneakers. The front of the top part was unzipped just enough to hint at the black/yellow sports bra that she was wearing underneath it, without revealing too much, at least for now. All in all, Itsuko was the very image of a PE teacher ready to shape the bodies of her students, like they, or not.

Once she arrived at the track course, where all students should be assembled already, if they knew what was good for them, Itsuko paused for a moment to take in the sight before her. Most of them looked like they couldn't lift a gun for more than a couple minutes without cramping their arms, much less defeat an opponent with nothing but their bare fists. Indeed, it was painfully obvious why Saya needed someone like Itsuko on this position.

Anyway, once she was done with her evaluation, Itsuko placed her hands on her hips and looked straigth at the crowd before yelling from the top of her lungs "As you all must be aware by now, I'm Kanzaki Itsuko -The World's Strongest Woman- and from this day forward, I'll be in charge of training your puny bodies. So," she made a pause to let the previous information settle in before continuing "as my first task, I've told to test your physical limits. We can do this two ways, either, you take me on a mano a mano fight with no powers and no weapons, with the winner being he or she who makes the other give up, or gets a hold of them for at least five seconds, or..." Itsuko uncovered something hidden by a conveniently placed tarp, revealing military like equipment that must weight as a good 30 kg in enough quantity to every student and then some more "you can wear this and run around this track field until you collapse, the choice is individual, but know that the Head Director herself ordered this, so no one of you is going back to your rooms unscathed today." Itsuko concluded her rather long winded speech with a wicked grin, just like tiger that had cornered a rabbit.

All that she needed to do now, is sink her teeth on the tender flesh.

An idiosyncratic pair of crimson and golden irises flickered as they danced across the screen while reading, responding, and deleting formal messages at a rate that would put even the speed of light to shame. The petite figure donned in a suit and tie seemed out of place in the passenger bay of the helicopter. Or maybe it was her ability to coherently perform her duties as a white collar worker far beyond par with the incessant sound of air being beat into submission. ”We’ll be arriving at our destination in five minutes.” A voice crackled through the built-in speaker in her helmet. Seriously, visors and reading glasses do not mix. She usually had a homogeneous concoction of air between her eyes and her cellular device, but the ever so slight grime accumulated on the small cutout of glass was almost enough to disrupt her professional mojo.

Almost.

But it wasn’t that which had her peeved. It wasn’t the constant muffled whistling of the rotors, nor the horribly maintained helmet, not even the spontaneous pockets of air the helicopter had hit throughout the duration of the flight. No. It was the nonstop tapping of a foot against the metallic grated plating of the bay’s floor. The woman furrowed her brow as her gaze slowly shifted off the screen and towards the source of the noise pollution. Her eyes settled upon a shoe patting the metal in a rhythmic succession. The footwear looked fairly expensive, and appeared to have been recently shined, maybe even right before the flight. Sachi’s vision then gradually made its way up eloquently woven black attire, a product of not a machine but meticulously working fingers operating in perfect unison. It wasn’t soon until she reached the nape of a neck, surrounded on all sides by the white collar of an undershirt. And then, her vision met its destination; the haphazard face of a boy repeating the lyrics of yet another song he was hooked on.

”...like an idiot without realizing, I was roped in, three, two, one, and then it dawns on me, oh my, was I possibly tricked!?” The clump of white locks much like her own bounced around to the tune of whatever was blaring through the headphones. Sachi let out a thin line of air and placed a palm against her forehead, then moved her hand onto a button on the side of the helmet to activate her microphone. ”Ara, Zeph. Would you tone it down a bit with the tapping? I got another twenty documents to review in the next three minutes.”

The boy was caught off guard by the voice that suddenly played into his helmet, but soon regained his bearings and replied to his mother at a cursory pace, ”Sorry, mom, but I really got hooked onto this song series! I just love the way how Last Note utilizes GUMI so perfectly.”

Zeph. Wait a seco-”

”And the series itself recently got an animation! I hope the internet at the academy has enough bandwidth to support it!”

”Hold up. Slow down ther-”

I still have to work my way through the whole album! It includes all of the character’s individual songs along with collective settings!”

”Kami-sama, take me now.”

”I just can’t wait until they come out with the rest of the music videos! Oh, maybe I should throw in other songs by Last Note to mix it up! Like Love Hero, and Flight Insti-”

”ZEPHYR QUIX” The woman suddenly leaned forward towards the boy and tightly grasped both of his shoulders. This is how these kind of scenarios always panned out between Zephyr and Sachi, with the latter practically pleading for the former to derail his train of thought. The boy stared at the woman with a raised eyebrow, then tilted his head as if he was unsure of what the woman was trying to get across. The student then pointed a jutted finger at the button on his head. It was then did Sachi realize she had both of her hands firmly gripped onto her son, so there was no way he could have heard her over the ambience of the helicopter. The businesswoman sighed and retracted one and pressed it against her own, ”What I was going to say, is that we’re five, well, now three minutes out. Grab your bag, let’s quickly check your inventory before we arrive.”

With every item she skimmed over on the list, she received a subsequent ”Check!” The woman exhaled deeply after finally making her way to the bottom of what her son considered to be necessities. At least nothing seemed to be nothing affiliated with his hobby. ”Alright, lastly… A year’s supply of manga.”

”Check!”

”Wait, what.” She quickly made a double-take and read over the bullet-point again. The item was scribbled in a notably worse handwriting than her own, and was proceeded by a “ :3 “. Sachi threw the notepad at her son’s face. It landed right on target and anti-climatically slid down his visor. ”WHERE DID YOU GET A YEAR’S SUPPLY OF MANGA?” Zephyr silently held up a duffel bag twice the size of the other one containing the rest of his luggage. "WHEN DID THAT GET HERE- I’m not even going to try. You can already see the academy from here.” Sachi leaned against the window at an average pace, meanwhile Zephyr zoomed his way from one side of the heli to the other and smushed his face and palms into the glass, eyes filled with ebullience. How was this boy going to survive on his own? She couldn’t help but to show a little bit of motherly worry over the boy she’s been solely raising for the past fifteen years. He was a social anomaly, a bundle of energy greater than a power plant jampacked into such a skinny body.

He didn’t have exactly many people he could call friends back in junior high, mostly because it was nearly impossible for people to resonate with his fast-paced personality. But, the answer was right in front of her, yet at the same time, it was not. He would survive. Not because his determination was openly presented, but because of how uncannily evasive it was. At a glance, one would conclude that Zephyr aimlessly rushed through life haphazardly. But on the contrary, he had a driving force that had propelled him through these past years. It was what brought him to this academy. The boy wanted to-

Sachi’s train of thought came to a halt as she suddenly felt arms wrap around her. Her initial instinct was to elbow whoever the perpetrator was, yet a few brief moments of pause led her to realize that her son was the individual in question. She stopped the urge to sink her elbow into his head halfway through the motion and sighed. Right. He still got scared. Of course he was susceptible to fear, he was a kid after all. The woman winced at the maternal instinct taking presidence over the taciturn professional persona she constantly draped. Sachi patted her son’s head and gently raked through his white hair as she stared out the window.

The sun was upon its ascent over the horizon, giving off an almost blinding iridescent shimmer.

The company helicopter raised its nose and began to bleat its speed as it veered down towards the academy’s helipad. Soon they were landed, Sachi pushed herself off of her seat and opened up the sliding bay door. Zephyr followed suit and stepped onto the helipad, taking the deft chance to greet the faculty member who was tasked with picking him up. The boy spun around on the ball of his knee and caught both of the bag and hefted them over his shoulders. For once in his life, the boy known for his ceaseless energy mellowed out. Sachi ran a hand down the back of her neck and clicked her tongue, ”Hey, I don’t want to receive a call from administration that my son wussed out. I don’t want to make you an organizer in my firm’s mail office, so you better sure as hell follow through. Got that, kiddo?” The woman sported a wry smile as she faced her child. Zephyr brightened up and returned with his iconic jaunty smile. ”Yes, ma’am!” He waved at his mother as she closed the door.

The helicopter’s rotors increased their speed, sending Zeph’s tie flying back into his face. The boy shielded his eyes from the gusts of wind and stepped back towards the faculty member, watching the helicopter ascend through a small gap between his arms. It wasn’t long before the airborne vehicle was all but a tiny dot in the distance. The first year giddily spun around to face the male teacher, waiting for the words initiating his future to roll from the man’s tongue. His energetic demeanor was met with an uneasy gaze, maybe the teacher thought he mistook the helicopter flight for a one-way trip to business school. ”Follow me, I’ll direct you to your first class. Your essentials should already be there, I apologize but you will have to lug your belongings around until lunch.”

Zephyr nodded and threw an arm high into the air, "Alright! Onwards!" From there, the enigmatic dynamo took the first step towards his future, and the goal he sought. Unfortunately, that first step ended up with him stumbling and falling flat on his face. "The trope... It hurts..."

Unbeknownst to him, the academy was home to the world's strongest woman. She was probably also up there for the most tactfully seductive. Whilst most of the students assembled were in track suits, he felt out of place in his formal attire. But as soon as Itsuko wrapped up with her morning rhapsody, Zephyr didn't wait even a single moment before he paced his way over to where the weights were assembled and managed to strap on his own set. The student had to spare a few moments tightening the straps to fit his slim physique, but ultimately, the equipment didn't weigh him down too heavily. It was a bit odd that the first person to take to the track was the one with the least befitting clothing. Zephyr seemed more happy about the gauging in comparison to some of his classmates, as if he was actually eager to run 'til he dropped.

Besides, Zephyr had already spent enough time running away from something. It was time to make a complete one-eighty. The boy sped off on the track course, moving at a surprising speed given what was weighing him down and his appearance. But the new arrival was not deterred in the slightest.

"The world is far from boring or monotonous. Surely, it won't grow dull, I feel like my story is just beginning!"

Amy gave a wide yawn at the morning sun that peered through the curtains or her dorm window. She rolled over to her other side and felt a stinging pain shock down her entire body. The pain was coming from the room side of her bed. Amy rolled back over and the pain stopped. She glared at the spot she was just lying and already had an assumption as to what it was. She glared at the sleeping hedgehog next to her and pushed it closer to her face with her hand behind the sheet. She gave an angry look at the hedgehog that was still sleeping and yelled it awake "Hey!...HEYYYY!..." The hedgehog shocked right awake and faced angry Amy "You can't come in my bed! You need to stay in the drawer!" She fiercly spoke in english towards the hedgehog and boped the tiny creature its nose. The hedgehog had a terrified expression on it's face but Amy suddenly dropped the angry act and hugged the creature its belly against her face and wrapped her arms around it with the sheets in between. Amy rolled over again with the creature on her face and snuggled with it for a whole while longer. Eventually Amy fell back asleep again.

She woke up again and immediatly noticed the time while thinking to herself that first lessons were about to begin. She still timidly left her bed and put on her way to big and sloppy red tracksuit top and her black sporting shorts. Amy slowly ate some breakfast and left her dorm room with the same morning face and messy hair as she had left her bed. She brushed her hair down a little so that it didn't look like a complete mess and continued to timidly walk over to the sports field with a tired look on her face and the left side of her tracksuit top already halfway down her arm.

As she entered the sports field the teacher had already started with explaining the lesson. She casually walked over and looked around the crowd. Everyone seemed pretty well shaped by their looks. Amy might stand out a little by her lack of physical strength and by the looks of it both of the two excersizes were to hard for her to manage. She still had to do it though otherwise she would probably get scolded at. Amy groaned and refrained from choosing untill she was forced to do so. As she was forced to at least try, she slowly shoveled over to the training equipment for the running and groaned even more. She was helped by the other students who were creaming out weird things in japanese to her and finally had the equipment on. Her legs were shaking from the weights. She placed both her hands beneat the bands on her shoulder and tried pushing them up a little, but no movement. It was even hard to walk in this thing let stand running. She looked over the lap that she was about to run and gave a tired sigh. She also noted the boy who seemed extremely fast and was carrying the weight like it was nothing. Even in his casual clothes too!

Amy tried running but it was to heavy to keep the same pase and to difficult to move her own body properly to be able to run beter. Half runningly she went around the track. Sweat was already starting to gather on her body and she started to pant heavily while her breathing became shorter and louder. Her legs began to grew tired and her arms swung from front to back. She couldn't make it much farther than a quarter of the track and fell down as she tripped over her own sloppy leg. Her knees hit the ground first with the upper side of her body after. She couldn't stop her face from hitting the ground by the weight on her back and lied down there faceflat on the ground. She groaned again and wasn't able to move herself up anymore by all the weight and muscle exhaustion. She was in desperate need of help but felt to tired to call for it and despised that, most of the people weren't able to understand her right now either way because of her bluky english. Amy remained lying on the ground, it was showing that she clearly was defeated.

Lucifer sat bolt upright in his bed, sweating profusely. When he saw here he was, he calmed down slightly, but he was shaken more than he would like to admit. It was just a bad dream, he told himself. Nothing to get worked up over. But worked up he was, and even after he got showered and breakfasted, his heart was still going at light speed.
He clothed himself in a plain black t-shirt and grey combats, foregoing the robe for today. Robes were for special occasions and there was no need to draw undue attention to himself.

He headed out, whispering a "Goodbye" to Alexy as he left, and went out to the sports field. There, he was greeted by a familiar face leading the class and he hissed. That girl who was Alexy's rival was a teacher? Great. That's just what he needed, a teacher who had a reason to dislike him through no fault of his own.
The students had two choices: beat the teacher in a fight, or heft what looked like a small elephant on their back and run laps until they were physically unable to keep going. Fighting the teacher was out of the question - as good at unarmed combat as he was, he didn't want to draw attention to himself from her - so he lifted an elephant on to his back and began jogging lightly. He marvelled at how utterly pointless this was. An assassin didn't need enough supplies to embarrass General Patton, they needed a quick wit and fast hands. In, kill, out. That's how every other successful assassin around the world had ever done it. Why get big and bulky if they wanted to stay hidden?

The weight was certainly noticeable, and perhaps too much for some people. Luci had barely got going when the girl in front of him tripped over and landed quite heavily face-first. She called for help, but her Japanese was mediocre at best and pitiful at worst, so everyone just ignored her. Wretches. If they were in a bad way, they'd want someone to help them. But when the time came for them to help someone else, they just walk on by. Well, he wasn't one of those people.
Instead of running past the girl like so many others, Lucifer stopped by her side to loosen the load on her back. He dropped his own pack and got to work. Since the weight was what was keeping her down he tried to loosen her bag. He couldn't lift it off, so he pushed it onto the track, causing more obstructions.
With the weight off her back, the girl should be able to get up. But being a nice guy, Luci stuck by her side to make sure she was okay, teacher's complaints be damned.

"You alright? Do you need help up?" he asked her in English, hoping she hadn't hurt herself too seriously with her fall.

@liferusher

Mashuka woke at first light out of habit, and half-expected to be killed on the spot by some ridiculous trap or another. But no, there was nothing but the silence of the room and the ambient ache to his muscles that came with the morning. He felt his stomach twist a bit at the emptiness, it was the first time he'd woken up alone in...well, it was the first time he'd woken up alone.

Being relatively early, Mashuka lingered in the shower --itself a proper first as well, if hoses and tubs of old water didn't count-- humming an old tune he'd picked up in pul-e-charkhi. A happy one, funnily enough. The mood stuck, and went about dressing with a smile on his face. Standard underclothes, long-shirt and shoulder-shawl over it, with his pants and boots to round out everything else. Well, almost everything, He wrapped a fine red scarf around his neck and pulled part over his head as a hood. Not too heavy, but enough to deter the wind, it would do plenty well. Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, he strapped the kukri in its sheath to the back of his belt. The thing was well-made and light, but that didn't stop it from weighing him down simply from its presence. With any luck, like yesterday, there would be no call to draw it.

By the time he'd made his way outside he was no longer alone, in fact plenty of others had begun to rally around the field, listening to a women he didn't even vaguely recognize, but who self-proclaimed as the world's strongest. He wasn't sure, there had been plenty of muscled-bound woman back home, and it seemed like a hefty title for one to bear of their own calling. But he was the student, and she the teacher, and while she was unfortunately just as he'd feared the teachers would be, at least there didn't seem to be much lethality to the whole thing. Yet.

Much to his surprise, people began crowding towards the weights to do their laps around the school until they quote: "collapsed". Didn't sound great to him, and he'd run plenty of laps in his life already, weightlifting wasn't something he'd come here to learn how to do. Besides, if they were going to get beaten up one way or another, he'd rather gain some insight into a more advanced fighting style. So, raising his hand amdist the crowd, Mashuka pulled the hooded scarf back. He held a humble gaze and modest posture as he made his way over to Itsuko.

"Uhm...I'll spar with you, Ms. Itsuko," he said, smiling. Perhaps it was a bad idea to smile at an opponent, but she was their teacher, not their target, and he had no intentions of making bad relations with anyone at the school if he could help it. "You said no weapons, right? Right."

Unstrapping the kukri from his belt, he set it off to side with a quiet but sure-sounding: "Please don't touch that," that was more to the general students around than anyone in particular. No weapons was fine by him, but he wasn't fond of letting the devilish thing out of his sight for long. Some people didn't understand the rituals of it, which was no fault of their own, but if drawing it meant blood, then it would get blood.

That settled he made his way back to Itsuko, still bright-eyed and smiling. What was the tradition here? Bowing the whole body or merely the head? He wasn't sure, but he figured it best to go over than under, and so bent low at the middle as he'd seen some of the more eccentric Englishmen do, before rising back up. "I am ready, ma'am."

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@KoL

Early in the morning before most of the other had awoken, Izumi had to deliver something to someone, it was just a simple old cassette tape, Izumi took an elevator down to the sub basement of the school and went to the warehouse that resided in one of the corners of the schools sub basement, the very moment that Izumi opened the door to the warehouse she was ambushed with the smell of blood and grease, and her ears were hit with the sound of electricity and 90s music.

A tall shapely girl was electrocuting a battered and beaten man hanging from a rope, the girl was wearing a black hood and goggles over her head and face she was wearing an all black body suit as she shocked the man with a car battery, the 90's music blast in the background from an old school boombox that sat on a table near the girl, Izumi could tell she was in the right place, she approached the tall girl from behind and tapped the girl with the cassette tape.

The Torturer turned around and looked at Izumi." Sub basement level 1, warehouse 01 correct ?" Izumi asked in her usual emotionless tone, the Torturer nodded and Izumi held out old classic cassette tape." A package arrived for this area and I was sent to deliver it here." Izumi told the tall girl, the Torturer took the tape and examined it for a second before nodding and walking over to their boombox, they stop the 90's song while the song was just about end and the boom box spat out a cassette tape, the Torturer placed the tape that Izumi gave them in and an 80s song began to play throughout the warehouse.

As the song began to play the Torturer grabbed a circular saw from the table the boom box was on and started it up, Izumi started to get a headache from the music." Don't take too long, Saya made someone into a teacher and I think we may be needed to be use for damage control if the students don't like it and may try to jump the teacher." Izumi told the Torturer who only nodded to her as the stoic girl left the sub basement warehouse. Later in the day Izumi watched Itsuko's class from a distance where she could be seen by anyone, she just watched as Itsuko was giving the students a choice of what they wanted to do for the day, Izumi wasn't going to stop any of the students if they got the upper hand against her.



While they were taken outside and put into the hot morning sun, Sayaka felt hot under her bandages. Even though he was wearing a simple gym uniform for this, it was just a small t-shirt and a pair of red shorts that didn't entice anyone, from being out in the sun for so long after being called, along with Rei's wake up call Sayaka for once truely felt tired, the heat from the sun began draining her energy and she slouched over as she cooked in the direct sunlight, when Itsuko began giving them the option to either fight her or carry the gear, Sayaka raised her hand after Mashuka got ready for a fight With Itsuko, Sayaka didn't think she would be able to handle carrying the gear that the crazy blonde woman wanted them to carry.

" Teacher lady, I have a health condition, my entire body has third degree burns, and if I stay out in this sun and either fight you, or try to carry any of that gear, I would begin to sweat badly under this sun. And if I start to sweat my bandages could come undone and I'll feel a burning sensation worst than death and faint, or I could have a bad heatstroke and pass out." Yeah she may have been an assassin but she wasn't gonna compromise her health to carry all the stuff this crazy blonde wanted them to carry.

Sayaka held her hand into the air awaiting the teacher's answer." Soooo, What do you want me to do ? I won't be able to stand in this sunlight for long if I start to sweat, my bandages will fall off and my skin will be revealed to the air and I'll start feeling like I'm on fire and begin screaming and trying to cover myself up with my wet sweaty bandages, also my burned skin could become irritated and I'll franticly itch my bandages to get the salt out of them." Sayaka gave another excuse to the blonde girl wondering what her answer would be, it wasn't really the fact that she would lose her bandages hanging around in direct sunlight, it was just the fact she felt that she didn't need the class and was a proficient assassin enough, or arsonist.