Sofia noticed his funny language. "Was that Japanese or somethin?" she asked. "And yea I saw you at lunch and art class too. For some reason though i thought i smelled iron or metal around you? Probably nothing thougth." she said. "Sofia by the way." she said happily. Sofia thought she saw something shine underneath his pillow but thought it was a pen or something so she paid no attention to it when he shoved it under his pillow.

"Hai, it is Japanese.  I am from Tokyo, Japan.  So I guess I'm kinda an exchange-student.  One that wirr never rearry go back home, if you know what I mean."  Kiku shrugged.  "Maybe the iron stuff you smerr is just my scent.  You know how people have different scents?  Maybe mine is strong because my father use to work with all kinds of metars." he said, laying back on his pillow.  Of course he was lying, but he was sure this one wouldn't hurt.... Unless Sofia got too nosy.

Sofia smiled. It was nice to know there was another kid from a different country. "Cool Im from Mexíco." she said simply. She was a bit skeptical that he got his scent from his father workshop but she didnt care to ask. "Well anyway if ya dont mind Im gonna go to sleep." she said tiredly. Sofia then turned her back towards him and fell asleep.

Kiku checked the time, "But it is armost time to go to crass." he said.  He looked over at Sofia.  Mexico, he thought.  You mean the country that I'll destroy next after destroying America's Hawaii and then the whole country of America? He thought with an evil grin.  I'll like to see you dancing around with maracas after your home has been swiped out clean by me. He chuckled darkly, but other than that, he did not portray his other side.

Sofia heard what Kiku said but ignored it. She could say she fell asleep for at least ten minutes until he bell rang. She instantly woke up and grabbed her jacket. "Time to go." she said to Kiku. Sofia started to head out the door and walk to her next class. (( brandead :P))

Kiku nodded and followed Sofia.  He stayed a little bit away from the girl, studying her.  He walked in silence, his eyes scanning her, the halls, everything.  His deadly side kept whispering in his ear, like a deadly snake urging him to take a bite of an apple.  An apple full of blood lust and pain.  He tried to ignore it, tried to persuade the snake to do that at a much later time.  A time when it was appropriate; a time that wasn't now.

-Boardly sits and watches-

Zayden left for his dorm when Sofia left. He slowly opened the door. The moment he saw One, Zayden covered his face to hide the bruises. He had no idea how One would react to him coming back all beat up. He quickly pulled his hoodie sleeves down and went to his own bedroom. Something made Zayden think, One wasn't going to be happy to see these bruises. Especially the cut on his cheek. 

One looked up as Zayden came in.  "I-I was starting to worry..."  he said, his voice cracking.  He cleared his throat, and this time when he spoke, his voice was much more strong.  "Not that I care, or anything.  I mean, really, who would with a squirt like you?" Even as he said this, it killed him on the inside.  That wasn't true, at least to One.  He cared, possibly more than cared, about Zayden.  Loved, perhaps?  One refused to show his weak side though....

((Just an FYI.

I won't be n until the weekend.

I have tests and exams tomorrow and Friday and a birthday party saturday.

Thanks... And I thought you made Kiku for Spirieh? o.O -Is confused-

Zayden uncovered his face to reveal the cut. "A few guys beat me up..." He looked to the ground. He then took off hi jacket, revealing more cuts and bruises. Zayden had no idea of how One would react. Comfort him, or punch him? Either way, Zayden stepped forward towards One. "I-I'm sorry..." He looked back up to One to see his reaction.

((Does anyone want to join my new Dragon Ball RP? I know its random but seriously...)

(( Aslin please stop spamming our RP thx))

((I know after this Ill stop but you guys havent been interacting with me. I feel rejected so...Im out))

((Bump))

[[i dont remember who i made Kiku for. DX]]

Kiku nodded, and followed her in the workshop.  He had no idea what class he was suppose to be in.  He never looked at his schedule.  He just followed Sofia in and sat down on one of the stools.  He thought of what to make.  Maybe he should just do a carving of his old home?  Or maybe of his Aunt's old-styled Japanese cottages.  He smiled, remembering the beautiful structure.  It would be nice to create something peaceful, after all ay of having a psycho-path personality loose.
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One  widened his eyes, his blood turning cold.  "Z-Zayden!"  he jumped off the bed and ran to him, engulfing him in his arms.  He was rather protective with things that were of value to him.  He cared about them a lot, like his stuffed tiger, for example.  He held Zayden close to him.
"What happened?" he asked, whispering in his ear.  "Who the hell did this to you?  I can get revenge, yes, love, I can get revenge!  Lad, tell me, tell me now!"  Though hiis voice was rough with anger, he stroked Zayden's hair gently.  "Tell me...."
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(......all this time has past and Sasha is still standing i n he hall way with Akira. XD)
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Keelee entered a class room, full of smiles.  "Aloha!" she called out, receiving some giggles and whispers from the snobby people in the classroom.
"Ms. Jones, you're late.  Do you have  pass?" asked the teacher.  Keelee rolled her eyes, "C'mon, it's the first day!  Can I go withou-"
Her sentence got cut off abruptly by a loud smack in the face with a meter stick.  "No, Ms. Jones!  This isn't some preschool I teach here.  You all are criminals, deserve to be treated with disrespect to stricken you!  Go to your seat now before you have to stay afters chool and scrub all the toilets clean!  Let me tell you what, those basement stalls aren't pretty young lady!"
The young Hawaiian blinked, and then silently obeyed Mrs. Withersport.

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Hanging out in the halls by her locker, smoking a cigarette, was Elizabeth.  She pulled her cap down over her eyebrows, casting a dark shade over her eyes.  She huffed as a staff member walked by.  Evidently they weren't to picky about students skipping class, or at least that one wasn't.  She sighed as she took another puff from her cig.  She couldn't believe she got sent here by her Aunt.  Didn't anyone understand her?  Evidently not....

Zayden looked down. "I deserved it... I killed their friends..." He shoved his face into One's chest. He didn't want him to she his tears. Zayden already seemed like a wimp. "If you beat them up, they'll just get you in trouble..." He mumbled. He felt at ease in One's arms and he didn't think One would care. But he did. Zayden felt happy that he could talk to someone, just having a friend made him happy. It was his first day and He already felt like he was in love. At this thought, Zayden suddenly turned red. Was he really in love?