♠♠Undying♠♠ (Noblesse Fanfic)

Chapter 2 = I Hate Mondays... Or Not

Okay, after a year I finally found the time to write xD. Frankly, I'm so damn lazy to do anything but this story would be such a waste if I dropped it, so...

Here you go, whoever is reading this story :3 .. 

Azuras eye tattoo is up there.. look up xD

I apologize for the wrong grammars and spellings in advance

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Chapter 3 = I Hate Mondays… Or not

There was a beautiful house in the middle of the forest. Its intricate designs shows the wealth and power of the owner. The sun glided gracefully through its large windows. Alarming the owner of the house that it's already morning. 

And that she's late for school.

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"Oh shit!"

I scrambled out of my cocoon in my soft bed, not noticing that my legs are pretty much tangled inside. So the result is this...

Thump!

Groaning, I carefully stood up from face planting the floor and hurriedly did my morning routines. After showering, I quickly put on my school uniform.

I faced the mirror and brushed my hair. I looked at my reflection, a lot of things have changed. That includes my now waist length hair. I also have a new tattoo. My left fingertips traced my tattoo at the left side of my face, starting from above my left eye down my left jaw.

It's awesome I tell you.

But it won't be awesome anymore if I use it. It's frighteningly powerful, and I promised a certain someone that I won't wield this power unless it's in an 'absolutely necessary' situation. Actually, it's short for absolutely-necessary-situation-where-in-you-need-to-eradicate-someone-so-badly-you-can't-wait kind of thing.

Snapping out of my reverie of admiring my beautiful self (conceited much?), I continued my task of combing my wavy midnight hair. Satisfied with how I look, I opened the cabinet below the sink and took a couple of bandages. I closed the cabinet and looked again to the beautiful woman in the mirror.

As you can see, I'm a narcissist.

Don't worry, I'm only like that when I'm alone. No harm done bros.

I unrolled the bandages and covered my whole left arm and the left side of my face, I also covered it with my bangs for safety measures. I turned my head, seeing that all of it are safely hidden from prying eyes. 

I don't think people will think kindly of a senior high student with tattoos in this world, so I'll just come up with a story for some cover up -just in case someone asks me 'why the bandage this the bandage that,'- like getting an ugly scar from a terrifying kidnapping thing when I was a kid. Or maybe I got into a nasty fight with some creepy gangs Or perhaps I caught some kind of disease when I was a kid and I didn't want anyone seeing it or maybe some kind of monster ate my arm and it's replaced with a gooey kind of arm so it's absolutely disgusting…

…. Screw this, I’ll just wing it.

After one final glance in the mirror, I grabbed my bag and keys and power walked towards the garage. I don’t want to run and turn out sweaty, it will ruin my look.

 Now, nobody wants to turn up into a new school absolutely disheveled and improper. It’s not my style of first impression.

I opened the door of my car and threw my things at the passenger’s seat. I sat on the driver’s seat, the expensive smell of the leather of my sleek black Audi r8 reached my sense of smell, an obvious indication that it’s brand new and recently bought which was, in my case, just yesterday. I put my seatbelt on, turned the ignition and stepped on whatever you step on when you drive a car.