I yawned, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes while simoultaneously hefting my luggage out of the back of the cab. My luggage included a dark green duffel bag and two large, covered, cage looking objects. After paying the grouchy cabby, who grumbled and snatched the money out of my hand, he drove away in a cloud of dusty, yellow earth. Coughing, I flicked my straight, white-blond hair out of my burning, fiery green eyes, and gazed up at the entrance. In reality, the entrance was just a dull, yet majestic, stone arch, devoid of any carvings, the only decorations on it the spider webbing cracks across its surface. Beyond it, I could see a veritable sea of trees and a concrete ribbon of a pathway, nothing more. Though it was broken beyond repair, I found myself checking my antique leather watch, studying it as though it held the answers to the universe. The letter from Chairman Cross, who I had yet to see in person, had said to wait by the entrance for the school guardians to show up. Yet, my impatient side and logical side aruged in my conciousness. The impatient side wanted to explore the school, didn't want to listen to anyone or anything, and, perhaps most of all, did not want to stay in one place for very long. The logical side of myself, whereas, argued that I would invariably get lost and into trouble. In the end, and seeing it was the best choice, I decided to agree with the logical side of myself. I set my luggage down and leaned against the wall, entertaining myself with nit-picky habbits.
Five minutes. I picked at the obsidian black uniform the school had supplied. It consisted of a dark skirt, white edged black blazer, snow white blouse, knee socks, uniformly shiny shoes, and a blood red tie. Seven minutes. I twirled a blade of grass between my fingers, eventually shredding it to miniscule fragments. It put new meaning to the saying, 'having a green thumb.' Finally, at ten minutes on the dot, I began to hear voices in the distance. Admitably, I was half asleep, my eyes threatening to flutter closed, exhausted from the six hour car ride. I didn't even notice the voices in my zombie-like state until they were about ten or eleven feet away.
"Zero, hurry up, we're ten minutes late to showing the newbie around," One voice said. It was feminine, cheerful and slightly high pitched, waking me up like a shot of coffee through my veins.
"At five o'clock in the morning? It's the last day of autumn break, the Chairman could've let us sleep." Another voice, Zero, I assumed, grumbled. Though he sounded downright grouchy, I kind of sympathized with him. His voice was masculine, rich, with an underlying tint of sadness and deeply rooted anger. "He should've."
"Oh quite whining and hurry, HURRY, HURRY!" A girl and boy came into view, the girl pulling the boy along with an exhasperated, yet joyful, smile. The girl I placed at around sixteen, with chestnut hair about as short as mine and chocolate brown eyes so cheerful that they could've sparkled. I thought the boy was around seventeen, but he looked older, as though sadness had aged him. He was tall, with a brooding look in his soft, lavender eyes and shining, lightly tousled silver hair. I felt small in their prescence, not simply because, at twelve, I was younger, but at four feet, I was shorter. Shrugging, I walked over to them, luggage over one shoulder. The girl ran over at the sight of me.
"Hi, my name's Yuki, Yuki Cross," She enthusiastically shook my hand. "I'm a school Guardian and I just know you'll love it here at True Cross." Yuki smiled widely, a contagious, happy smile that I responded to with a beaming grin of my own. She jauntily jerked her thumb in the boy's direction. "That grump over there is Zero." Zero stood off in the shadows, looking as if he could fall asleep standing.
"Zephyra Rowen," I said happily (Zeff-I-ruh.) Yuki took me by the hand, leading me along while simoultaneously and ecstatically babling.
"What a pretty and exotic name. What does it mean?" She asked, grabbing Zero as she passed him and releasing me to drag him along.
"Don't know," I said, slightly sadly, flexing my hand and half running to keep up with Yuki. She didn't seem to notice the slight decrease in my enthusiasm. "Just the name my parents gave me. Where are we going?"
"To the Sun Dorms, so you can drop off your luggage. Then, we'll take a tour, get you really acquainted to the Accademy, and then introduce you to Chairman Cross." We stopped our hurried pace in front of a large, elegant building. "Room 308," Yuki handed me a key, "Unlock it, toss your bags in, and let's get go, go, going!" She punched her fist in the air, bouncing on the balls of her feet as though unable to not be in constant motion.
"M'kay," I yawned, sprinting into the building. 308 just happened to be a few floors up, so I had to jog up flights of stairs, and, due to my 'gracefulness,' nearly tripping and killing myself in the process. When I finally reached my new room, panting and out of breath, I carefully set the cage-like objects in the closet and tossed the bag on the bed. As I was in a hurry, I really didn't think when I vaulted out the window into a nearby pine tree, which was literally by my window. Quickly scrambling down the rough bark, rather like a spider, I soon reached the ground, yawned like it was no big deal, and ran over to Yuki.
"Alright, let's go!" Yuki ran ahead, making me stumble along in an attempt to keep up.
Zero walked quietly behind, watching as Yuki excitedly pointed things out to me. He glanced back once, at the tree I'd climbed down: It was a hundred feet tall, its tip brushing the roof of the dorm buidling, ancient, and five feet away from my window. He turned to see us far ahead, and, with a sigh and one last suspicious glance at me, jogged to catch up with us.
"And that's the fountain!" Yuki pointed as Zro appeared behind as, almost out of nowhere. I stared at him for a moment, wondering where he'd gone. A loud clap startled me out of my reverie. "Okay, now I think its time for you to meet the Chariman, Zephyra." Yuki began to walk off when I stopped her with a question.
"What's that over there?" A high wall rose up just a bit above the tree line, and, between the trunks of trees, I could see an iron gate in its center. Yuki hesitated, and I could've sworn Zero looked angrier, if not all out spiteful.
"The Moon Dorms," A new voice caused me to whirl. Standing a few feet away was a moderately tall man, his blond hair pulled out of his face with a turquoise ribbon and his round glasses flashing so I couldn't see his eyes. The man had a scarf casually draped over his shoulders, and he wore a matching set of white, casual pants and shirt. He was watering some yellow roses with a paisley pink watering can.
"Who're you?" I asked, slightly taken aback.
"The Chairman," He had a ridiculously cheerful voice, even more so than Yuki, one that made Zero cringe.
"What are-" I began, but Chairman Cross interrupted, making a motion like he was shooing off my words as he would a fly.
"Why don't you go rest in your room and I'll answer your questions if you join us for dinner later."
"Okay," I said, yawning, and began to walk back to the Sun Dorms. "Ciao," I said, waving behind me. I caught a fleeting glimpse of the Moon Dorms, and then retreated into the dark confines of my room. I collapsed into bed, and, before I lapsed into sleep, wondered just what the Moon Dorms were.
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The Red Raven (Vampire Knight/Black Butler Cross Over)
FanfictionZephyra Roan finds herself transferred to the prodigious Cross Academy after Autumn break, and immediately declares herself the enemy of all fangirls when she states that she could care less about the beautiful Night Class students. But the Night Cl...