Seventh King

Meet

I heard the loud ringing of the bell and sat down at my desk, pencil already scribbling down the answers to today's bellwork questions. The teacher started her usual routine, at this point it had become so engrained into our day that nobody turned their head when she began to look over our shoulder to see if we had answered the question. We did however, turn our heads when the door opened turning, even her attention away from the class. There stood a boy, about average height maybe 5'7 or 5'8, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, he was shifting, moving from side to side nervously. His eyes scanned the room then found and stayed on the teacher, as our eyes locked on him. He was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, black boots, a darkened red long sleeve shirt and, a white jacket. His eyes seemed so very close to black but, for a brief second I saw a flash of red he seemed to be looking between myself and the teacher. I turned and looked around for a moment, moving my bag of the empty seat next to me before looking back at him. I felt eyes on me as well, staring.

"Izukune right? Your new?" The teacher asked, he nodded in response, "Well take a seat anywhere, I'll have a new seating chart by the end of the semester." She said, and continued her routine.

He walked forward and looked at me, "May I..." He left the question open ended, I already knew what he was asking so I just nodded and he sat down next to me. The teacher looked back at us, I gave her a slight nod and she continued checking the work of the students. I turned towards the newbie, he flashed a bright smile and for a brief moment I scanned my eyes over him, the freckles decorating his cheeks, his white teeth and dark curly hair.
    I bit my bottom lip, grazing my sharp upper left canine against my lip. "Hello..." I gave him a slight nod, brushing my white hair away from my face staring at him with my violet eyes.
    His face contorted in confusion for a moment, "Why are you mad?" He asked, I blinked, stunned before regaining my focus opening my mouth to speak before he interrupted me. "Before you argue, I probably should've mentioned that my power is to sense emotions. It's pretty useless I know." He smiled, briefly before it faded.
    "It doesn't seem that useless. Regardless though, I'm Azazelion." I smiled at him and held out my hand.
    The colour drained from his cheeks, "P-prince Azazel?" He stuttered. I smiled and nodded. 
    "Don't worry about the title though." I heard a few Snickers and chuckles from behind me and turned, "I don't know why you guys are laughing, y'all had the same reaction." I turned back as the laughter died down rather immediately.
    "Are...you sure I can sit here?" I nodded once again, "Okay. I'm Izukune Zio, nice to meet you." I smiled back at him as he finally shook my hand. I turned forward and reach into my bag looking for my notebook, I accidentally nudged and knocked over my weapon and it fell onto the carpet with a loud metallic clang. I closed my eyes and sighed, leaning over to pick it up with my left hand as I raised it in the air, watching as it slowly faded to blackened mist.
    "I'll summon it back later." I turned back to my desk, putting my notebook down an opening it to a blank page, to my right I noticed Izukune staring at me for a moment before turning his attention away. I mentally cursed myself feeling my heart jump and beat faster, as my nerves rose.