Unspoken Horrors: "Bleeding Hearts"
Zoisite chuckled softly, sharing her dislike of anything remotely mathematical. In his world where magic versus science ruled, he never could see the use of any of it either. "I've come to the conclusion that most of what they teach us here is to be discarded as useless at a later date anyways. Just how is knowing that Shakespeare versus Christopher Marlowe was the greatest writer of their time going to impact much of what I do? Ne... Masato isn't that bad, I suppose. He doesn't make me do much of anything except complain to me about the sanitary conditions of my room." Milk white teeth nibbled at his lower lip at the near slip of Nephrite's name. The star king would have had his hide nailed to a wall if *that* had happened. He was faintly surprised to find himself taking up for Nephrite as well. As far as guardians went, he supposed that the other didn't make things too terribly difficult for him. A brand of guilt touched him briefly at how badly he did treat the other man, but it was quickly pushed aside, given that Nephrite was just as bad. Michiru's playing with her hair wasn't overly effective with him considering his view on females. One would nearly have to rape him to get much of a reaction. The thought of sex reminded him that he did have Nephrite's class next and then Kitsune's. A whole hour to watch the ice king strut around. Sighing in a pleased manner, he grinned at Michiru, deciding to get this girl's energy and get on with it. "We do have to be getting back, you know.."
Jakurin grinned back, wagging a finger in his direction. "Such language won't get you anywhere, macho man. And I have gym right now, but second lunch. You game then, Mr.... what is your name, anyhow?" Meanwhile, both of them were completely ignoring the gym teacher.
Blake stuffed his hands into his pockets, the lump that was once his nose taking in a little sniffle. "I'm Blake. Just Blake. Nothing else. No Mr, nothing. Blake Ketsumi if ya wanna get technical, but that's it." He was being Mr. Bashfull again, but this time, he really didn't care. "Well..." He glanced around, the sketch-book in his hands slipping a little. It was still open to the picture of the lady in the plaid outfit, and he coughed, pulling the book closer to his chest. "I better be going. I have art next. I'll... um.. see you later, I suppose. He really didn't know if he wanted her name.. it was better if he didn't... But... He smiled warmly, getting a little bit of confidence. "Oh... before I go.. Do you have a name?"
Jakurin shook her head before giving him a warm and sincere grin. "Jakurin Kitsune," she responded, making some mental notes about this boy: His name, his height, his hair and eye color...and his sketch-pad. That... she had to grab it, and find out why this boy was sketching a picture of her alter-ego-- "Naaaah, pure, weird, coincidence," she laughed kinda loudly, a sweatdrop going over her head. And yet another one appeared, as she realized she had said it aloud. "Ano... maybe lunch, yah?" she mumbled, her eyes low, her grin beginning to wan into a small smile, making her features seem soft and delicate as opposed to the cockiness of before. "And don't worry about that hall incident," she said brightly, trying to recover. "It's just that I don't get too many heads wrapped up in my shirt!" She raised her arms in an 'whatcha gonna do' gesture.
Despite himself, Blake laughed. "It's alright, really." And another glance at his watch reminded him of the time, as did the whine of a bell. "Well, I had better go, Jakurin-sama. Good-bye." With his left hand stuffed into his pocket, right still holding his sketch-book, he wandered out of the gym and down the hall, his mind flooding with Jakurin.
Michiru nodded to Zachary. "Yeah, I guess we do need to get back. There's the lunch bell. Oh well, have a nice day, Zach-chan. It was nice talking with you," she said with a bright smile.
Nephrite watched the two leave his office. *That is an unusual energy, love. Maybe there is a way to harness it for the Dark Kingdom.* he thought with a smile.
Zoisite's fingertips brushed against her shoulder, stirring a stray curl. He wanted to badly to strip her energy from her, taking it as quickly as he could like a vampire in frenzy. Unfortunately, he would have to explain it eventually, and she might just remember him. Gritting his teeth to avoid simply seizing it, he smiled faintly, "Have a good day, Michi-chan..."
Jakurin blinked yet again, in her following Blake, and stopped in her tracks. She had gym, he had art, they'd have lunch, but she STILL needed a gym uniform! Looking back at the office, she smirked. "Aaaaaah, skip it," she said, looking this way and that before walking out into the hall and following the signs to the library.
Michiru jumped at Zoisite's touch. "Zach-chan..your hands are freezing." she said turning to him. She gently took the hand close to her shoulder into her hands. "They're like ice. Are you ill?" she asked concerned.
As Michiru's fingers closed over his, the predatory instinct became too much. As if someone flipped a switch, all energy in the room began to cycle towards him, drawing it in like a vampire would with blood. Watching her face with false concern, his hands wound about hers, meaning to draw her closer, feeding off of her life-force. A soft shudder of delight wound through his form even as he answered her, "Just feeling tired and weak."
Now, this would have been the perfect timing to suck up some life energy-- if it wasn't for the fact that Jakurin busted in on the two, a innocent grin on her face. "We meet again, Michiru! Took me long enough to find a familiar face in this prison!" she said, closing her fist and rapping it once across her chest in a mock salute. Her eyes slid to the left at the person who was also involved in that wrap incident, then down at their hands. A huge sweatdrop went down her face as she waved her hands out in front of her. "Gomen, Michiru-san! I didn't know you were out with your boyfriend, gomen!! Demo... shouldn't you two have picked a lesser view? I mean, everyone can see you over there," she said, pointing towards the glass. Across the courtyard on the other side, girls and guys alike had their faces pressed up against the glass for the peep show.
Michiru looked at Zachary, her face loosing its color fast. "Zach-chan?" she whispered weakly. "I feel tired and..." she said and collapsed in his arms from the lack of energy. "Jakurin.."
"Michiru-san?!" cried Jakurin, taking a quick stride and pushing the one called Zach away. "Michiru-san!!" she shouted, snapping her fingers a few times. She turned to him as she held Michiru by her shoulders, her face with a grimace instead of its usual grin. "What's wrong with her?!" she asked fearfully. "Is she having a seizure?"
Two thoughts his Zoisite's mind. The first was *Boyfriend?!* the second was that he was in deep trouble... very deep. It was times like this that he was incredibly glad that he was a good actor. Sliding down to his knees, he tried to catch Michiru in his arms. He quickly reversed the flow, trying to force back into the female's body that which he had taken. His own features paled out drastically, bluish tinges touching his lips as he glanced up to Jakurin. "Sick... Both of us..."
The reason why the students in Kitsune's room were no longer sitting in their seats soon became apparent when Kitsune flew into the room and grabbed Jakurin by the arm. "Go get a nurse," he commanded, giving her a light push towards the door. "I'll take care of them. GO NOW!" Not caring whether or not she left, he turned to the two students tugging at Zoisite to let go of Michuri. "Come on, let go and put your head between your knees..."
*I am never... ever... ever, ever, ever going to hear the end of this* Zoisite thought as he sent out the last of what he could into Michiru. It might taint her for a time, his own energy being that of the Dark Kingdom, but what would an everyday mortal have to worry about that for? Resting his head against her shoulder, he ignore Kunzite's hand on him for now. All he wanted to do was just relax for a moment and pray that Nephrite didn't catch wind of it all. As he was tugged roughly from the girl, he blinked up. Although his features retained the deathlike parlor, he felt fine, just worn out. "Kitsune-sensai?" he asked in what he hoped was his most pitiful voice.
Michiru opened her eyes. "I feel dizzy and lightheaded. What happened..did I faint?" she asked looking around her quizzically.
"I think you did," Kitsune replied, looking Michiru over. "Think you can walk by yourself to the nurse's office? It looks like I have to help Zachary here." Turning to the sakura, he took him by the shoulders to give him some support. "Yes it's me. Just take some deep breaths and try to relax. Do you know what happened?" Energy seeped from his fingertips into Zoisite, giving him a little taste to stay conscious but not enough to make him recovery fully. That would cause too much questions. "We are going to have find you a pace to lay down and regain your strength.
Michiru nodded weakly. "I think I can..is he going to be alright? I don't remember what happened. I asked if he was cold and then I was on the ground." she said.
"I'll be fine," Zoisite murmured, already feeling the narcotic rush of having Kunzite's energy lashing through his system. It was little wonder that when he erupted into one of his temper tantrums that he was so bad to face. Kunzite's own energy signature had to override his at time with all the transfers that the other did to him. Remaining on the floor, some of the deathlike pallor had fled his features, although a bluish tinge still hung about his lips, dark circles lining his eyes. Trying to keep Michiru from suspecting the truth, that he was nothing more than an energy vampire, Zoisite tried a smile. "Must be the flu going about..."