Mukura rolled his eyes, and stood up, walking casually to the head of class. He'd probably get a detention. Then again, what difference did it make? He had no plans of showing up. In fact, he was surprised he'd even shown up for his first day of school. That was highly unlike him. He stopped in front of the teacher, his eyes slightly below level with the mans. He stared him down wordlessly, unblinking, his face vacant of any ex
pression, save a slight sneer in disgust.

"Take it and go." She snarled, shoving a detention into his face.

As Avalia walked away, she thought of how much that teacher seemed like a demon. She bet other people saw her differently, but to her, the teacher had red eyes and curled rams' horns on her head. She was fat and had no hair. Her clothes were non-existent and she had a demon's tail. Avalia shivered at the thought of what the teacher's true form looked like and she suddenly wondered, as she walked into Choir, whether or not she knew she could see the true form...

((Maybe, like in mine, they can see the true forms of demons.))

[[Hmnmnmnmn... ok. Sounds good to me. 83]]

Mukura glared at the demon. Man, she sure was ugly. Short, fat, rams horns, red eyes that glow with a fire like no other... yup, pretty damn ugly. ''Well?'' He asked, arms crossed. He had no intention of running around like some teachers pet for a demon. Hell, no intention of running around like a good boy for any of the teachers, be they human, demon, or even angel. That... was never going to happen.

"Your going to be in detention with Avalia after school in this room. We're going to be practicing music and if you're not here, your life will be miserable." She flicked her tongue out and licked the side of his face with it, leafing long red scratches.

"Avec le Jour..." Avalia muttered to herself as she was handed the pece that they would be singing. She stared at the choir teacher in her long white dress and angelic wings and sighed. This class, she could already tell, was going to be easier than band. Her mind wandered back to the boy and band and wondered how he had gotten so good at piano. He mind furthered its' wandering by going back to the person she had gone past on the road and realized that the two people were actually the same. She shook her head to get out of the daydream because she realized the rest of the choir was singing. She joined in, her high soprano voice drifting over the voices and then blending to make a nice chord with everybody. 

"I don't know what your talking about Ma'am. To me, you look like an ordinary school teacher." She could've slapped herself as she slipped up. She never should of said anything after the first sentence. The teacher's eyes widened as she tripped up and then narrowed again. She folded her demon arms and glanced at the other boy.

"What do you see me as?" If you were like Avalia and Mukura, you could only see their true forms, their illusion was hidden from you. So unless he was a really good guesser, they would be found out...

When she was done practicing, she placed her french horn carefully back in its case and wandered back home, letting the wind push her hair around her face. "Hey dad, I'm home." She shouted, but there was no answer. Figures... she thoguht to herself, sitting down at her desk to draw. She hated her life and wondered exactly what she had done wrong to be born seeing dead babies. And her father wondered why she was a troubled child and cried so much as a little child. Avalia, calm down my sweet. Don't be mad at the boy, he's just like you. A vocie said from behind her. She was about to get mad, but saw that it was her dead mother. Her face softened and she sighed. "Mom.... He's nothing like me..." She said. You are the elder, you must stop being such a child. The ghost chided her and then dissapeared leaving her daughter in lonliness...