Satan's Dance: Mastery In The Cards

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"Darkfyre.." I groggily felt around the bed for him, sitting up and wiping my tiredly dull eyes. I looked around , feeling worry boil inside my chest. He was gone. I groaned, reaching to his side and picking up the paper that I saw folded neatly on the pillow.

Lil, I'll be back soon. I ran to your dorm to grab some clothes and put your sword away and didn't want to wake you. Sleep well, kitten.

P.S. Stay put this time.                                              ~Darkfyre

I sighed and smiled some, laying back down on my back. It wasn't but maybe five minutes of waiting before he came back into the room, setting down some food and handing me black pants and a black shirt.

"I hope I didn't butcher the matching." He muttered.

I laughed some, "wow Darkfyre....You realize you can't mismatch black though, right?" I took a deep inhale then got off the bed, "Also, I don't need you to buy everything for me.." I growled playfully and pulled my shirt up and over my head swiftly.

"First..Can you not?" His eyes pulled away from me, "And second, you girls always have some fashion statement to complain about. Your boots could be leather and you'd complain that it didn't match your cloth shirt." He mused. I grabbed the shirt he brought me and slipped into it, "Oh shut up." I growled. I growled as I quickly got dressed.

"Are you going to class today?" Darkfyre asked as he went into his own closet, digging through. I nodded, "Yeah. I can't sit around anymore." I looked around, spotting where he had set my sheathed dagger with his own. I put it where it belonged and ran a hand up through my hair.

"Darkfyre... If I'm intruding on your space, you can tell me to leave you know?" I rolled my eyes and leaned against the wall.

"Ahh. See I was under the impression that I wasn't allowed, but in that case get out." He said seriously. I shrugged and kissed his chin, starting to step toward the door.

"I was kidding. You're fine." He chuckled. I gave a scolding look and stuck out my tongue.

"Well we have class, can we go?" I asked, eager to get back into it. My first class, my combat class, was one of the ones I didn't have with Darkfyre. But I had figured we could still walk together. Darkfyre nodded and grabbed his sword and dagger then followed me out.

I've been in the Academy for three years now, but of all my days I had never really paid much attention to the detail. I just realized that the academy hallway was broad and straight and must have been designed by a manic depressive, either that or someone obsessed by gray. The professors hadn't done their bit, the bit that any normal high-school teacher would've. They didn't go around hanging posters in bright, eye catching colors. Or any colors for that means. No, this was far from normal; But who was I to criticize? This school wasn't normal. We hide. We kill. It's a lifestyle here, not a crime. People were killers and it was okay and the overall impression of drabness and death filled the school and it felt normal because of the lifestyle.

"Students and facility of A.A.O.D. A new Headmaster has been found. Report to the commons immediately." The loud intercom echoed the dull halls. People started rudely pushing through in the direction of the commons.

"Come on?! I want to go to class!!" I fretted.

"You'll be fine. I'm sure they will still have the classes today. The thing you should be worrying about is where the hell they found the new headmaster. Mind you, the last one was found chained in an abandoned shack. Like who thinks a dirty old scum was prepared or fit for the job?!" Darkfyre countered. I stared at him.