Mitternatch [Open]

Black midnight, a night that held everything in a swallow, deadly grip. A fear that many dodged : it was that lull, even in this city. It was somewhere around four in the morning : the sun had yet risen, still lying low, hiding. The night was still strong, and her steps were like a fluttering dance : she had waited, lived, and breathed. A smile crossed pure black lips, as curls floated behind her. A beautiful trace of ivory, peeked under raven clothes : and blood. Blood that gleamed and watched : the fading moon seemed to salute the figure, standing with a quiet, soft tranquility. Her fingers gripped tighter, as a light smirk touched lips. Yes, there was a darkness, almost cloying around her, as she felt her body stand there. The curls wavered, even as life raced dastardly in the black of night, fears like lullabies to one that has truly seen something more then horrifying. A light tilt, and a beatific smile : hands stretched out, pale white in the faint light, lanced with black on nail and arm. Yes, it was a beautiful night, even as no noise could be conceived : and yet, the feeling of a dark laugh floated in the air, like a tranquil hum. Perceptible and invisible : it was the sounds of something, someone, dark enough to coil in the night. There was a movement of light fingers, as the girl's eyes closed. Night, Night, was born in chaos and void. It was the return, brief to those fleeting moments.

The girl had stayed there long : who knew how long? Soon, a duty was completed, as dawn had broken, bringing light to the dark of night. Bringing something to break the void, there was a girl now, with short hair. The strange creature of the night was no more : instead, a mere girl was there. Her short hair was soft, as she looked out with a single red eye : observing the world, it's methods, it's being. There was a quiet distance, but the school uniformed child slowly descended the steps from the roof, a curl bouncing as she did so. Her steps were slow, even as she heard the school come to life. And she melded easily in the students : briefly, she thought of enrolling, transferring. Why not? It would be amusing to see what her twin would make of that. The twin that remembered nothing, the one precious person in her life that knew nothing. It was a beautiful, tragic innocent, as her steps led her now to the main floor of the school, as she seemed to look around. A blank face, no expression : for all they knew, she saw something completely different. It was amusing : a darkness that everyone could taste.. and yet, nobody could pin it. A darkness that seemed to draw people in : life and death, light and dark, existence and void. Two endless, total, swallowing things.

Her steps stopped, as she came face to face with someone.

The girl's wanderings brought her a surprise. The doll like girl stopped, hearing voices, as her body was face to face with a male. Her figure was lonely, and dark in the hall-way. The lull of a moment was nothing, as it was just an empty void, as he seemed to ask her purpose for being here. Yet, she didn't answer, as she felt a light touch. However, she had moved forward, as if sensing the intrusion, and avoided most of the contact, now in between two ; it was obvious then, that one was a teacher and the other a student. The resounding bells of class had echoed, and thus it was embarrassing perhaps? But the girl had a calm demeanor, as she tilted her head back and forth between the two, the lonely crimson orb like a dancing flame of blood. What would the doll do? Her gaze was empty, and seemed to be a void ; her face was just as so. In fact, looking at her, if the teacher or the student knew of the girl Shisome, they would be heavily reminded of her. The quiet, doll like girl with long hair ; however, this wasn't her, as the lips of the girl finally cracked open, as if to say something. And it was a holding breath, a pause in the writhing feelings that drew people to her, as she closed her blood eye.


Her voice was lyrical, dancing like a breeze. It was the chime of bells, but on a dark, moonless night. The tones were soft as feathers and silk, but it was apparently confusing. The very imagery was advanced, to say the least, and in the end, the girl was just as confusing as when she was silent. Her head tilted, as she let not an expression touch her face, her fingers laced into the silver haired male's hand. Tugging it, she drew closer to the teacher ; when words failed to convey, actions were simpler. She was bringing the male with her, and aimed for the teacher to guide her to somewhere. It was a simple set of actions ; but would these two truly understand that? It was almost interesting, to be amongst people once more ; perhaps the girl would continue with the farce for a while, and follow a dance that few would understand. A destiny, or perhaps even a goal that met her own expectations ; whatever it was, Lilium was truly enjoying these moments as a focus of a time spending. Yes.. perhaps it was useful entertainment.

The slap was sudden. The hand stilled in the air a few moments, but she withdrew it. The touch was uncomfortable ; the sudden knowledge that fluttered in his eyes, the sudden hostility. Lilium was not blind ; she understood an ability when she saw one. The body of Jashin let her hand rest at her side, her body instantly guarded. She didn't respond to his question ; the fact that he had misunderstood her intentions was almost hilarious to her, as the girl let her body relax after a few moments. Her amusement was almost like a dance, as it showed across her mouth. The smile was only visible to the teacher, the darkness of it flickered. She let her body move forward, having memorized the school plans already ; after all, she had been here every night for the last week. The girl's short black hair flicked in the air, as her movements were sinuous, and elegant. It was almost interesting, as the girl stopped, and turned slightly, only letting her red eye show towards them.

Taking out a form from her pocket, it was obviously the school registering form. She had picked it up during a night run ; so in essence, the teacher would realize he had just threatened a possible student. The games were already laid out, as she moved her head, now turning to face both. Her blank face was back, as she tilted her head, almost like a curious doll. Perhaps she could lay more of the trap? It was perfect ; he had already walked into shame, now could she do more? The girl let out a deep sigh, and closed her eyes. Her voice seemed to echo in the silence, almost like a mocking tune, but yet passive. There was no aggressive or arrogance ; and yet it was full of it. A strange duality, like light skin and dark hair. It fit the girl in a perfect manner, especially with her eerie ways.

Well if both were idiots then so be it. The silver haired male seemed to clap happily at her poetic words ; he even tried to defend her. How adorable. In fact, she was simply going to be truant, but she found this even more fascinating. The male even gave her a nickname, and tired of her word-filled facade, the girl simply waved her hand, as a mental voice popped into the male's head. 'If you missed my meaning, I was not a poet. I've just been conditioned to speak like that, so it's natural. And thus, it is much more elegant then a simple poet, whom scrumages for words in order to sound half-way whismical like that.' she spoke to him. It was a mental message ; but her mental voice was soft and gentle, like a dark veil. It was almost comfortable, a darkness that people felt when closing their eyelids. That voice was unique in it's own right, as the girl tilted her head, before turning to the teacher. Simply nodding at him, her gaze went backwards, trailing over the male. 'Wait for me? I'll try to get into your class.' she mentally spoke to him, perhaps a bit friendly maybe. The girl might assume the male might find her mental speaking abilities weird, but she accepted it, as she trailed behind the teacher. The girl wasn't quite sure it was the best decision, but she had asked.

Following the teacher into his office, she submitted his form, before scribbling something on a piece of paper. Since using her airy words was too much effort, and she didn't want to spend chi on mentally communicating with this man, she resorted to an age hold method. Writing. It was simple words - ''same class as Silver.'' that was all. She didn't really feel like speaking to this man, but now that they were alone, she was sure he would try something. If Lilium had to, even though she was surpressing her power, she would easily release it and show him exactly why one does not mess with the Body of Jashin. The girl wasn't quite sure what the rest of the process would require, but she knew she had accomplished the basics. This trip was merely for his own sake.. so the girl was curious.

What would this man need of her?