Human school. It was a living h3//. At the irony of the thought, Sait snorted. Being what he was, it probably should have been called a “living heaven”- but he wouldn’t allow the nightmare he was in the glory of the word. The menu was vegan, the teachers thought he was cheating on his exams, he was always hungry, his tail was constantly trying to escape, the students were hopelessly appetizing, and the women constantly attracted him (for some weird reason of which he desired to remain oblivious towards)…. The list went on. He shifted in his seat, a wince escaping his lips. His tail, as always, thrashed below anxiously. He would have let it out- if he weren’t surrounded by humans, who’d no doubt scream at the sight of him. Except for one. One inhuman, unnatural, overall weird beauty. A red rose in the garden of thorns. The fiery redhead he’d been attempting to avoid from the moment he’d met her. She smelled to good to resist- her blood was something he wouldn’t glorify himself with. For if he did, his only anchor to earth would snap. He’d never admit it- but he’d been hopelessly falling the past few days for this… odd school girl, who no doubt found herself better than anyone else. He agreed with her. His teeth grit in anger at the thought, the tapping of his nails against the wood of the desk growing more frequent. He was Sait Skullhollow. The prince of h3//. The greatest swordsman of his age. The immortal fiend of the heavens. He was /not/ actually… attracted to this girl, was he? That’s when his throat began to emit a low and angry growl. No. No, he’d outlast /one/ class without shifting. Gluing himself to his seat, Sait gripped onto the edges of his desk with both hands. /Come on. It’s no different than battle. Nope, not at all. Just wait for the next move. The- gods, what do humans call it? Right. The bell. Just wait for the bell. Then you can feast on some unsuspecting hobo along the road~/ His thoughts went on, though for everybody’s stomach, they will not be acknowledged. It was like time slowed, just for his torture. /Wait it out/. His tail nearly tore through his pants in his agitation. /A few more minutes/. He began to feel as if his entire immortal existence would be spent, waiting for that one pleasing little tick. /I can’t stand thi-/ Tick. There was his cue. Throwing his backpack over his shoulder and bolting from the classroom, he weaved his way down the hall. If he remembered correctly, behind the school was an alley- isolated and dark. Perfect. Turning down the alley, he slowed. Breathing heavy, he allowed his backpack to drop. With a deep sigh, he attempted to calm himself. “I’m fine.” He murmured to himself, allowing his thin, lion-like tail to rip through his jeans. “Totally fine.” Though, as he spoke, his massive wings tore from the back of his leather jacket. “DAMMIT~” After a few annoyed slams into the alley wall, a ton of curses, and an unnatural amount of growling, Sait had gotten himself to a close-to-calm manner. Enough for his wings to recede, at least. Leaning against the wall and running a hand over his exposed @b, he sighed, fur-tipped tail flicking behind him. Thats when /her/ scent took over his senses. Cursing under his breath and tucking his tail behind himself, allowing a light slouch to cover up his tail, Sait’s maroon-brown eyes fell on the approaching figure. Something was… different about her scent, which made his mouth water with hunger. Eyes narrowing as she stopped before him, he growled. “What do you want?” Her next actions caused his eyes to widen.As she pulled the sandwich from her pocket, dripping in the sweet substance that was blood, he forgot every attempt to avoid her. He hadn’t realized how desperately /hungry/ he’d been the past few weeks- until, of course, she’d removed the bag from her pockets like a dog treat. What did that make him? The dog, probably. Taking a step closer, he sniffed. There was no doubt that was blood. “Is that a-“ he began. Her interruption confirmed his thoughts. “Blood sandwich.” Her next words were a blur to him as he reached for the bag, desperate for the contents within. Teeth grit angrily as she drew back the first time, he waited until she’d spoken again to take it. Removing it hastily from the bag and greedily biting into it, he let out sigh of relief. His taste buds craved more of the addictingly sweet substance. Allowing himself to finish the sandwich quickly, he regretted having not taken his time. He didn’t acknowledge her the entire time he’d eaten- quite frankly, he’d forgotten her presence. “You done?” Her voice was so /smug/. Gods, would he do anything to change that. Wiping off his lips with a hand, Sait scowled. “What was that for?” Again, he tuned out most of her words. All of it was useless to him- except for, of course, the last few words. “Are you human?” He wanted to be. But that was besides the point. He supposed he’d done a pretty bad job pretending to be human. But so had she. His brow raised
and Sait let out a snort, “Well, I could ask the same of you, couldn’t I?” He was pleased at seeing her hesitation. Continuing smugly, he began to count his pale fingers. “You only eat specific foods at lunch, you keep acting as though you know more about the world than the rest of the school, you always cover that strange birthmark on your shoulder, and you--” He would have gone on for /hours/ if it weren’t for her interruption. His smug grin fell as she counted off his.. abnormalities. He had to look behind himself to assure his tail didn’t thrash and make topic for teasing. “But you’re one to talk-- you leave halfway through the day all the time, you’re hiding in the dark, you always rip your shirts in conveniently the same place, you shift in your seat when you’re--” He was glad she’d stopped before his tail could act out. Snorting, he allowed the somewhat smug look to return. He was secretly proud she’d paid attention to him enough to count of those facts. “Please, /do/ go on.” He wouldn’t stop her. Sait sighed as she refused to continue, shaking his head with a slight frown. “It seems we’re both bad at hiding our inhumanity.” “I never said /I/ wasn’t human!” She countered. He’d never admit it aloud- but he found it adorable when she argued. “Neither did I.” He replied- really just to keep the argument going. Scowling further as she made a comment on his blood addiction, Sait took a step back. “If you’re so /human/, how would you know how to make a blood sandwich? Most humans don’t know how to do that.” At her pause, his frown grew into a smug smirk. It grew even more smug as she faltered. “Ha! I /knew/ it! You aren’t human!” Sait felt his voice get more and more confident with to each word. He liked it. “Neither are you!” There it was- her adorable arguing. It only made his smile broaden. “You are so obviously some form of inhuman that I only had to know you for less than a week to figure it out!” He laughed, winking teasingly. His eye were more almond brow then maroon, now. “Well, then, /Rei Marek/, it’s only a matter of time before I find out what you are.” He began to walk past her, slowly and surely with the confidence of a lion. He was sure his tail even brushed against her leg- he didn’t care much if it did. After all, it was well enough hidden by the darkness that she wouldn’t be able to pinpoint it. Looking back a last time at her, he waited for her response. “I’m not as dumb as you think I am, Sait. I’ll figure you out too.” “I look forward to it.” He replied- and he meant every word as he turned the corner, leaving her alone. There was just one little thing he forgot: A small tuft of black fur from the edge of his lion-like tail, which had fallen not too far from her.
