Headmaster's Office

The late evening sun was peeking into the office blinds, lighting the currently dark room since he had turned off the lights. After telling both his secretary and assistant he didn’t want to be disturbed for a while. The day had been spent looking over paper, files of new units to be added into the Census, requisition forms and so on and so on. On top of his staff meeting that was held this morning discussing the start of the coming term as students would be returning to the class rooms in a few days. All on top of that making sure Slven didn’t disappear on his producer again for the third time this week. Keeping an eye on Shivani would had been posted at his door this morning since Slven would not be at the campus until later. Amazing how many people freak out over seeing the blond. But then again, she was the one they all had their first test with, and the German Blank had gotten good at being that.

Shoes kicked off, feet dangling over the side of the couch as he laid on his back, one arm over his eyes. Tie forgotten on his desk somewhere, shirt undone, this was the headmaster of the Seven Moons trying hopelessly to get some sleep again. Last night he had gotten none working on Census records, updating, putting together his meeting paper work, and reading his Bloodhound reports. So now, late in the afternoon he was drifting between sleep and being awake for a while now. But as he turned a bit on his side, snuggling to the couch pillow he found himself drifting into an uneasy sleep finally. Just a while, then the he would have to get up again to deal with more paper work.

Though sleep was never be an easy thing for himself. For not more than twenty minutes later would he be mumbling in his sleep thrashing about a bit, as the cold sweat started building on his body. A pillow thrown off the couch as his thrashing got worse. The word ‘Kora” getting clearer each time he spoke it, breathing heavily and quickly.

Finishing the last of the reports and cleaning up the desk, he leant back and sighed. Running a hand through his blonde hair he let his eyes wander over to the hallway that head to Maliks office. Closing his eyes for a minute Raiden relaxed a little.
The front office was quiet for once. There wern't hoards of people tramping in and out of the building yabbering to themselves about meaningless gossip.

As he lay back in his chair, his ears pricked. His whole body strained trying to catch the sound again.
A few seconds later there it was again. It was a mans voice calling the name Kora.

Standing up suddenly he walked quickly towards Maliks office. He knew he had been told that the Headmaster didnt want to be disturbed, but he knew Malik would want to be disturbed right now.
Reaching the doors that lead into the office, Raiden paused making sure he was hearing what he thought he had.
But there it was again.

Kora

Grasping the door he pushed it open and closed it behind him. He knew Malik hated people knowing about his night terrors.

Striding over to the couch where the man lay Raidens hand reached out to wake him. But before he grasped onto his shoulder he paused again. he couldnt help but take a quick second to see Malik like this.
He wished he could just lean forward and give him a kiss on those lips.
Shaking his head as if to get the thought out of his head, he rested his hand on the sleeping mans shoulder and shook him gently.

"Malik.... Wake up!" His voice no higher than a whisper. Who knew whos ears could be listening.

It had to be something of a mental block, not matter what he never remember falling into a point of deep sleep. It was something he had always tried to avoid staying in the state between half awake and sleeping at least meant he could have some sort of sleep. Deep sleep brought on things that one would rather never remember, suppressed deep from the waking mind only to be seen again in the depths a slumber. The motion of someone shaking him brought him forceful again into the living world. Involuntary movement of his body freezing up came first. Unaware of where he was, lost in a slipping memory of something Yuri didn’t want to bring himself to remember and his office. Miss colored Amethyst eyes by the blue contacts he normally worn out in public snapped to the source shaking him.

And in that slight moment between the reality and fading things, the blonde sacrifice did not recognize who was sitting next to him.

And the trained reaction in his mind came first, right hand snapped out grabbing the hand on his shoulder, moving his lower body to kick the man onto the floor. Hand twisted around as they both fell out the couch onto the carpeted floor him landing on top of his assailant pulling out the small hand gun tucked in the back on his pants. Slightly shaking, breathing heavily, Yuri snapped the safety off as he held in hard against the others head. All the while his mind forgetting to take in reality and separate whatever he had just been dreaming.

"Shit." The words flew out of his mouth as Yuri stared at him like a zombie, before he very swiftly threw Raiden to the floor. "Damn it Malik, wake up!" He hissed as he lay there with the headmaster laying on top of him. He could see that Yuri hadn't fully woken up yet, he could tell by the fact that Yuri's gun was being forced against his head.

Inwardly Raiden grinned, if it wasn't for the fact a gun was up against his head, he would be throughlly enjoying the present moment.
But that unfortunatly was not the situation, sighing he lay there as still as possible and whispered. "Yuri, goddamn it wake up before you blow my fucking head off." He didn't dare move, he knew in this half asleep state Yuri wouldn't hesitate to pull that trigger and splatter his assistants brains all over the floor.

All he could do is curse at him under his breath and hope that reality set in fast enough for Yuri to realise who he had pinned underneath him.

Heavy breath passed over his lips as his body froze back up again, unable to pull the small trigger of his gun to kill his assailant. One would think after a while the blonde would learn to stop sleeping with that damn hand pistol tucked away were he could reach it. Blue tinted amethyst eyes blinded once or twice as the headmaster’s mind finally caught up to reality. He wasn’t trapped inside some small empty, concrete room, no this was that annoying over plush office he had taken over. White carpet, plain white walls with picture frames of pinned butterflies. A joke he was keeping around to remember that what he himself had done could be just as easily done to himself.

Yuri closed his eyes for a few moments, taking control over his breathing but stll holding the pistol to who was even under him.

This was the school, came in to do some work having drove himself in today instead of having Shivani do so. Feeling the need to remember he was an independent person that was in dire need of a vacation. Or forcing his fighter to sleep in his bed so that he could get a good nights rest for the first time in months. Tinted amethyst eyes finally cracked open a bit to look down at the short blonde head of his assistant. Stupid Raiden, hadn’t the other three told him NOT to walk in here to walk him up? That only Slven was able to do it without him having a freak out moment. One of these times he wasn’t going to remember where he was in time not to pull the trigger and decorate this office with a little red. Sighing, he cocked the gun back putting the safety on and tucking it into the back of his pants before leaning down to rest his forehead against the others.

“ How many times to I have to tell you. Slam the door next time, at least then I will be putting holes in the wall and not your head…”

He sighed in relief when the gun was no longer jammed against his heas and replaced back into Yuri's pants. He heaved his chest up and down, he needed to get some much needed air into his lungs as he had layed there with baited breath.

Shifting under Yuri slightly Rai brought a hand up around the back of his own neck, and absent mindedly ran his fingers down his true name, he then grinned inwardly to himself. He had almost asphyxiated himself by not breathing properly while he had a near topless Yuri on top of him.

Closing his eyes he let that inward grin come out and spread all over his face as Yuri's hot breath swept over him. "I didn't think of that.” He confessed shrugging. “You were moaning out Kora's name. I just wanted to get you awake as soon as possible. Its been a while since ive woken you up, so I forgot how you reacted and im just hoping im the only one who heard you." He murmered feeling the cold sweat that lingered upon the Headmasters forehead.

In these situations he never knew what to do with himself, he was either so happy that it was just Yuri and himself, but he was always trying to contain himself and make sure he didnt seriously slip up and give away his secret love. Ever since Raiden had realised his feelings for the other blonde he had tried harder than ever to keep it a secret now that they were working in a school together in a more formal situation, but it was small moments like this, that truly made his heart ache for the man.

“ Hum…” the blonde half responded to the other as he closed his eyes slightly. Trying to control the shaking that normally followed walking up from dreams that no one else should know about, slowly breathing in and out to make sense of the world again. There wasn’t anyone in this room out to hurt him, out to get him, just him and Raiden. Just a fighter that had been loyal to him for a long time, a close friend if anything else no need to get freaked out. After all, he was the headmaster now, achieved his long time goal there was no reason for someone like himself to want to cure up in a corner somewhere and hide.

Yuri hated that feeling.

But at least he didn’t wake up from choking himself in his sleep, one of these days he was going to forget to wake up and end up killing himself. A sight escaped his lips after a several moments, blue tinted amethyst eyes opened slightly as the turn to look at the door. A faint feeling was crawling up his spine, and not from the presences of this fighter under him. No, fighters he knew didn’t make his skin crawl like this. So much for another attempt at sleeping, tricking Raiden into staying in his office instead of going back out to his desk.

“ Someone is in the waiting room…”

Taking a hand he rested it on the others shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know, i was just hoping they would go away or let the secretary deal with them, but its my job. So i guess ill go and see what they want." He said matching Yuri's sigh.

Gently he leaned to the side so Yuri rolled off him onto the floor. Getting up he offered a hand out "Come on. I have a feeling their here to see you. So i guess you better not be on the floor when they get in. Cause it isnt some one i know out there." He said straightening himself out with his free hand. He didnt want to go out there with crumpled clothing. That would look disgraceful. Running a hand through his hair he sighed as he thought to himself.

Damn it. Some one always came and interrupted. Always. And as always he had to act calm. Not the pissed off and annoyed emotions he was really feeling on the inside.

Yuri laid on his back for a few moments staring at the ceiling while the blond fighter stood up to straighten himself out before offering a helping hand to the sacrifice on the floor. Right here to see him, time to play the game again, the act he had gotten so good at playing. After all, that was why all of them were here to play this little masquerade until someone had enough cents in their little grey mush of a brain to figure it all out. That was how he took over the school, in the slight chaos following Ritsu untimely death, just sliding into the role so those headmasters that had had not been replace during the sudden revolt three years ago would not have noticed. For Yuri was still Malik in the eyes of the world.

And Malik would be the puppet on strings dancing to the will of his puppeteer.

The only thing that had changed was he was his own puppeteer; there was no one left that could pull his strings to make him dance to something he didn’t want to. Talking the Asphyxiate fighter’s hand Yuri pulled himself up on to his feet. A mess, his shirt wasn’t tucked, hair falling out of its braid, tie left somewhere on his desk. Not the image one should be seeing of the most influence person standing inside the structure of the Seven Moons. Blue tinted amethyst eyes looked over the blonde fighter, hand’s reaching out to correct and straighten Raiden’s tie. Simple enough situation to resolve, make Raiden dely coming back into his office until he was ready for someone to enter.

Whoever that someone was.

From the feel and tone of echo he could hear, a fighter unit. Not one that has step foot into this office before, so must either be a new awaked or a transfer. None of his bloodhounds were scheduled to be bring in any units. Though Shivani was on task charge tonight, and if there even had been an upset Yuri would have known about it before the arrival of the unit in question. That was what the reports were for, and the special phones that had been supplied to every bloodhound and teacher. Hands fell away from Raiden as the blond sacrifices face harden over a bit, loosing the moment of openness that had been going on these past few minutes.

When Yuri was just Yuri, now it was time to be Malik.

“ Give me a few minutes before you bring that person in.” The tone of voice changed as well, harder, colder. Malik walked passed Raiden as he slowly started to straighten himself out, tucking back in his black shirt, fixing his long hair back into the tight braid. Dance the puppet dance, the masquerade known as his life.

The nightmare Malik was more than happy to live within.

A small smile came to his face as his tie was fixed, small guestures like this, small moments like this came to an end all too soon. Looking down he could see the familliar mask being fixed into place. It would be hard for any one to think that just a few years ago, the same two men were in Paris pissed off their heads and giggling like school girls.

But no they were not those two people from back then. They wore different masks now, to go with the newer situation. Now that Malik was out and had control, Raiden wiped all emotion from his face. He was the Assistant to the Headmaster, the headmaster that the world knew as Malik. No one apart from a close few knew that the real person, Yuri even exhisted.

Nodding at the command, Raiden tilted his head in a small bow and slowly walked out, giving Malik a few more minutes to fix himself up. As he opened the door to head back to his office his attention went back on the ring emmitting from the fighter not far off. It wasn't to loud, average to say the least. Well in Raidens own experiences, he knew there were much louder rings out there.

]Raiden Has left Head Masters Office and has gone back to the Waiting Room / Secretary and Headmaster's Assistance Desk

The door closed behind the fighter leaving him alone in the office. Tinted eyes moved about the room. Looking over the frames filled with butterflies, Ritsu pass time that had annoyed him to no end. Making things stay in plays of his choosing. Dancing on puppet strings, manipulating the world to fit an image that the man so dearly wanted, and had he done a better job in his ‘pinning’ perhaps it would have been his way. Breaking the young aristocrat mind should have been simpler, after all, he had only been thirteen never seen the horrors Ritsu made him live through.

Too bad he didn’t take into account, Yuri mind was always teetering the edge.

Tucking back in his black shirt, the blond grabbed the white tie off the desk. Making himself look the part a headmaster should. Clean, cut, and in control, hair pulled back into its tight braid. Straightening his jacket out, the blond took his seat behind his desk, the man slipped the white gloves back onto his hands. The young man out in the hall was here to be introduced into the school most likely. This meeting would be short a sweet, now that he had time to listen and feel the ring. A BLANK, young, inexperienced; the tone created a vase echo catching a piece of all those in the school. But the positional was there.

His hands moved about the disk pulling certain papers of different places, class sign up, the paper work to fill out for the WWR and the contact information for the BLANK advisor. Along with any necessary extras but setting them to the set of the first paper stack, so that he could determine what else the young individual would need. Once set he moved his hand to the speaker and pushed the button down once to before letting it go. The small speaker sound had always been Raiden’s signal that he was ready.

Folding his hands on the desk Malik leaned back in his chair to wait.

Knocking once he waited for the invitation to come in before entering. Leading the man to the large desk he bowed a little. "Headmaster, this is Whitebang. Mr Kyo Whitebang. Who is here to see you." Inclining his body a little he turned and walked to the door. If Yuri thought this man was a threat he would ask him to stay. If not then Raiden would head back to his desk. But it depended on Yuri's impressions of the fighter. Turning at the last minute he saw that Yuri was fine and that no harm would come to the sacrifice. So he opened the doors and headed back to reception.

[RAIDEN has left Maliks office and gone to Reception]

Tinted eyes turned over from Raiden, with a slight nod indicating that the fighter would not have to sit through this. Bored out of his mind. That was only something for the German Doll to do; she never protested or seemed to care about just sitting which people walked in and out of the room. Actually it was only something he would put Shivani though for a very pacific reason, but that was not the point now. As Raiden left, closing the door behind him leaving the young Fighter, white hair obviously taller than the man sitting behind the desk, but Malik made no indication that it annoyed him.

No point in crying over spilt milk.

“Whitebang-san please have a sit.”The blond headmaster indicated to the white haired eared young man to a sit in front of the desk.

Everything happened so fast Kyo didn't even really realize when he actually got up and came into another room. Once the Assistant left he turned and watched until the door closed. His ears twitching just a bit as he was confused as to this whole ordeal. But as soon as the other instructed he sat down in the empty chair in front of the man behind the desk. Fixing his hair to keep the patch hidden he nodded. "Hello sir. I was sent here on behalf of someone in order to learn a specific way of fighting." he stated as his eye narrowed and more like a hiss escaped his lips. It wasn't disrespect towards the man behind the desk. No this hatred ran right to the men who was holding his village hostage. They set him up against his will and is forcing him to do something that he has never heard of before in his life.

He straightened up and sighed. "According to who I was sent by. My way of fighting is seen as obsolete in their eyes.....in order to defeat them it must be by their own art."He almost dug his claws into the fabric of the chair but he removed his hands fast so no permanent damage could be made. He rubbed his hands together to try and prevent further damage. "My apologies." He said fixing his hair again and looking at the man ahead of him. Hoping this man can teach him what he needed to know in order to save his people.

“ I am aware why you are here. Whitebang-san. light smile on his face as he leaned back in his chair. Lots of things make it his way before anyone else gets here, as they should. It was something Malik did not like, not knowing certain things made him very annoyed. Hating sitting here in a meeting with an individual without a clue what was going on or what they were talking about. Papers were flipped though as tinted eyes turned back down to them as he continued to speak.

“ Though, I would rather this was thought of a way of life. You are a very unique individual Whitebang-san. ” Certain things were removed and things added to the stack as he went through them. Housing, class schedule, employment paperwork, information on the allowance that would be given to student’s in need of financial ad that were in need of it. That was only because, well, Malik refused to let student’s live on campus. It was unnecessary. “ You are part of a secret society that comes with much benefits to your person but as well as a lot of laws.”

Shit word travels fast to him. He thought as his mind seemed to swarm with ideas and trying to figure out how this man knew that much information. Then again if he knew why he was here then that meant he knew how to defeat the 2 people holding his village hostage at the moment. He watched as Malik went through his paperwork and his head tilted. "I'm sorry...Unique. If you mean my ears and tail there is a reason behind it." he said as he turned away. "Even though I doubt it is a good enough tale to bore a person such as yourself with." He said as his eye looked at the other again. Paperwork...gods he hated papers in general. Such a noisy mess which he could do without. But they would be needed in this world and he was going to have to follow by their field of rules and play. When the Headmaster mentioned rules he sat up straight and tilted his head again. "Rules? What sort of rules?" He asked curiously as he wanted to know just how [i]Secret[i] this at really was.

“ What you are asking to learn, Whitebang-san, is something a few small amount of people in this world can learn.” Al the proper papers were collected, he folded his hands on the desk and looked at the young man. Ears and tail, that was nothing new to him, several individuals who walked into his office had them. Wither they stayed or left mattered not personally to him, an individual’s choice one way or another. Now, what was interesting, the slight echo of Raiden’s ring emanating off the young man. A sign he was in fact a blank. They had no sound of their own, and wouldn’t until claimed by a sacrifice.

The only pain in the ass part of this, was explaining that to someone.

“ You are part of a secret world in society called ‘Units’, a structure of pairs of individuals who share something very unique and only belongs to them. Sacrifice and fighters.” he leaned back a bit more into his chair as he continued. “ What you wish to learn can only be done by an individual that is a ‘fighter’, that of which this place will be more than happy to teach more about this society you belong to. But understand just like any secret society there are laws passed by the Aristocratical families to keep us as secret protected from the eyes of those who would wish to destroy the structure we have for their own gain. ”

Kyo almost wanted to sigh in relief. This man can teach him what he needed to know. Great now the question was when to start and how long this process was going to take. He wanted to be fully prepared and ready for when he was to battle the two when he got back. He fisted his right hand near his chest as the other spoke. This seemed far more than just a mere small society. It seemed much grander. He looked at his hands then back at the other. "I want to do whatever it takes to save my people. Please instruct me on what I need to do. I promise to play by the rules if it helps me save whom I need to." He said as he looked back at the other with determination. "I am a warrior and if I need to learn more than one form of fighting then so be it. I will not let my people fall at the hands of these men." He said as he narrowed his eye on his eyes and looked back at the other hoping he understood just how important this really is to him.

It took a lot of effort not the smirk at that undying pledge of determination.

Wither it was blinded by justice or the sense of wanting to be needed, the opening was all the same. Was he still the child he grew up as, then there would be no question the words that should come out of his mouth next. No question to the actions he would want to take stringing along the young country bumpkin before him. ‘Warriors’ were an easy breed to manipulate, use their sense of justice and loyalty against them until it was too late for them to walk away. Trapped forever in the wed of lies and decent that they would be evermore blinded in to loyalties that their ‘sense of justice’ would not let them let go.

That was if he had stayed the Knatsu the blood in his veins demanded.

A light smile just crossed his face as he nodded as he pushed the papers across the desk. “ There is a list of the class schedule, along with available housing listings. Students are given a living allowance, however it’s enough to pay rent and buy food, the rest is up to you to supply for yourself. This school will not have student’s living off charity of the Aristocrats. There are four pages of questionnaire you must fill out before leaving today, requirement for the WWR to finish your registration. There is also contact information for your advisor if you have any questions during your time here with us here at Seven Moons. The teachers will also be more then helpful in assisting you, but advisors are set to help you are a one to one basis. DO you have any questions you wished answered now, Whitebang-san?”

Kyo saw the smile and he sighed in relief. He had truly come to the right place and that made him happy. He scanned the documents that were handed to him and he looked back up at the Headmaster. Returning the same smile as he was wagging his tail. "No sir. I believe this is all I need. I will hand this to the gentleman who was outside once I am done." He said as he slowly got up. to exit. "Unless there is something that I must know about?" he questioned as he looked back at the other before exiting.

“ For now, not at all. You will learn the rest quiet shortly.” The smile never wavered a she spoke. Getting this interview done with quick and short, there was another person sitting out in the waiting room now. He nodded his head to let the young man know he could now leave the office. As his back was turned to the headmaster, tinted eyes looked down on his watch, quarter after four, this was running late. He wouldn’t be getting to the hospital until much later than normal.

Wonderful, a year’s worth of habit about to get ruined.

He pulled up his phone to tell his fighter to take the ones he had been expecting earlier today to take them to the house; Malik would deal with them there. Something must have happened at the airport if it was taking them so long. His hand moved to the com at the door closed behind the white haired young fighter.

“ Raiden, you can send in Matsumoto-san now. After this I will be leaving alright?”

"Thank you Headmaster. I think that is what they call you." He said as he opened the door and closed it behind him. Leaving the room in its silence once again. Of course he couldn't wait for his training to begin but he had paperwork first. Gods he hats filling out stuff. For some reason it annoyed him to no end so once he was sure the door was shut he went to sit down.


(Kyo has left the Headmaster's Office and is back in the Waiting Room)

Knocking on the door once again he waited for the answer and entered showing the young male to a seat infront of the desk. "Headmaster this is Takumi Matsumoto." Once again he bowed slightly and backed out of the room. and slipped silently out the door. Yuri would need no protectiopn with this one. He was armed for that, as he had found out just an hour ago.

[Raiden has left Headmasters off and returned to reception.]

He would have argued with the guy telling him to go in and talk to the Headmaster, but the guy was just doing his job. So he decided to save it for the jackass who'd decided paperwork wasn't enough bullshit to have to deal with. As he followed the one, he glared at the other. He didn't sit down when the fighter left the room. Instead, he remained standing and continued to glare at the Headmaster. "I just came to fill out the paperwork. Not to talk to you." He made no attempt to hide the annoyance in his voice.

Tinted Amethyst eyes watched the door open again as Raiden walked in playing the ‘I am bored out of my flipping mind’ assistant of his while bring in the young sacrifice. Stating the name was not necessary, as Malik had to resist pinching the bridge of his nose. This was not something he really wanted to be the last thing he dealt with before leaving the school for his weekly hospital visit. Tinted eyes settled on the young black haired teenager as he walked into the office behind Raiden.

A slight nodded, the fighter left, no need for him to even think about staying in the room. Sacrifice’s had no power just their body.

And Malik was sure the small pistol in his pants was more than enough to keep one in check.

“ It’s my responsibility to know every one of the students that come to my school. I would rather meet them, however, on good terms. Not when they are in trouble.” waves a hand to the chair in front of his desk. “ If you are an excellent student that does not cause trouble for your teachers or fell students, you won’t ever have a reason to come here unless there was something you wanted to speak to me about Matsumoto-san.”