The blonde was happy that her baking was becoming a hit with her kohais.
I'm from here, but I think my name is Hindi or something like that. My mother read it in a book, and when she knew she was having a girl, after six boys, she wanted my name for me. My father honored her wishes..."
Nikita's eyes widened, "six boys? Wow,, big family." She was the only child in her household, but she had many cousins on her father's side, all of which were boys. It reminded her of when her father had her playing with her cousins from dawn to dusk during the summers as a way to "boy" her up. Obviously it didn't work because whenever she had a chance the 4 year old Nikita would find one of her aunts and stick to them, learning how to cook and sew. When her father confronted her about not playing outside, she lied and got a spanking, because unlike her cousins who's skin darkened under the sun, her's was still as pale as winter.
"It doesn't bother me, you're still super adorable! Thanks for the cookies again. They're super amazing!"
"I figured that out in about five seconds, and yet, I didn't run away screaming-soft laugh-you're a good person, and that's all that matters"
"Nikita, it's not a bad thing to be transgender. Sure, it is a little abnormal, but I don't see any reason why anyone should discriminate against you. In fact, I think you are beautiful the way you are."
Their comments made her feel different from how she normally felt, she felt accepted with the three. Looking to Weisse she noticed his bright blush and thought it was very cute. This caused her to blush, her normally porcelain pale skin turning red. Covering her face for a second with the cool pink tin, Nikita's green eyes peered over the circular top, her eyes evidence of the smile being hidden and of the embarrassed-yet-ecstatic emotion that filled her.
Than a scream, it felt as if the walls vibrated from the sound and it sent a cold chill running down her spine.
'Что происходит*?' she thought as her throat dried. It sounded horrible, the sound was as if someone was being dragged and tortured, a scream of help and pleading for someone to hear. Nikita turned her head to Daniel who ran out, followed by Shakuntala who went to find the source of the scream. Looking back to Weisse she noted the bag and the thin sword he picked up. Even before Nikita could take a step, not wanting her friends to get hurt she was stopped by her underclassmen.
"I don't know what is down there, but I know it's dangerous. I need someone to stay up here so if I don't come back, you can say what happened. Please don't follow me."
His speed was undiniably fast, faster than she could ever run. Alone, she stood in the room for only a second before leaving the tin on the bed and running after them. If anyone knew the school the best it would be her and she had a feeling what might have happened. There were rumors for quite some time now or students disappearing and eerie, chilling noises at night. Nikita always heard these things and last year she had seen something that even she couldn't explain...
She had seen a few people in the dorms stick their head out, looking around, Nikita just told them it was nothing and asked for them to go back inside until their RA was here, and at that she followed where the others left, down the stairwell to the basement. She was panting by the time she made it down to the commotion between the students she met and another, in the corner was another quiet male.
Looking to Weisse she raised her hand, "I followed Daniel." She retorted quickly before he could say something along the lines of, 'I told you not to follow me'.
"Come back upstairs." She told the others, a gulp forcing down her dry throat. Placing a hand against the wall, to keep her up, she looked around the room at the underclassmen faces and finally to the scene before her. Her eyes widened and her body grew stiff. "Calm down." Her voice became a little hard as she tried to focus on the thought of getting the students of there but the screaming and arguing among boys and girls was becoming a problem. "This place is опасно**, no good."
*What's going on
**dangerous