The Dark Side of Night

[Meline Kana Noriuma]

Disclaimer: This is the third story in a trilogy years in the making between the poster Caer and myself. We will be bringing the other two back soon and work on them as well as this one in hopes of one day actually finishing them. We don't mind feedback as to telling us why it is a decent a story or why you think it's a crappy one but we would prefer if you sent it to us in pm's rather than disrupt our posting style.

Keep in mind we are just armatures and our doing this for fun rather than because we are highly talented people trying to rub it on people who aren't. That's not us and if you do not make fun of us we will not report you or ive you any trouble. Thanks in advance for understanding.

Meline Kana and Caer

[Caer Ibormeith]

OOC Yes, thank you...and Meline? It's amateur, not armature... Now to begin


Jazz bit her lip and stared at the door of her homeroom. She was close to opening the door, very close actually...enough to get hit in the face if no one saw her standing there. Why do I have to be in this class? I know almost everyone in my adopted-family has, but why me? I have no head for Latin...and he is in this class!

Jazz felt the blush creep over her cheeks. Her long time crush was in her homeroom class, as well as her period one Latin. She checked her schedule once again...Mr. Devis's name still stood near the words 'homeroom' and 'period one'. She sighed and fidgeted with her skirt, tugging it down. Pyr-a and Alstarren are right, these skirts are too short!

Jazz really didn't want to enter the classroom, she had no desire to be made fun of again, and it was quite common because of her looks. Her hair was such a pale blond it seemed to be nearly white, except two thick chunks around her face, which she had dyed a deep royal purple. The strands matched her natural dark Amethyst eyes, which were framed by thick, dark lashes. She had dyed those pieces to distract from the abnormality of her eyes, but failed, it only brought them out more.

The first bell rang, symbolizing that she had five minutes to get into the classroom before her until she was tardy. She considered turning around and running back home.

[Meline Kana Noriuma]

"Well if it isn't the Jitterbug." A boy of rather decent height propped the door open but just a little to frighten Jazz the slightest bit. He smiled a heart wrenching smile letting his eyes warm. "And here I was thinking Pyr-a would not have let you out of the house in the uniform." At the mention of the name a series of students from the room rushed the door sending it flying open straight into Jazz.

The boy mentally kicked himself for muttering the name as one, Jazz was sent backwards in a cascade of students, and two the teacher practically hid underneath his desk. "Damn. Not being here for a while does wonders for a child's memory." He gave a small chuckle and held his hand out to Jazz. "Jitterbug?"

[Caer Ibormeith]

Jazz smiled and took his hand. "I was wondering what kind of day I was going to have." She put her other hand to her forehead and felt the slight lump forming, she looked at the tips of her fingers and winced at the sight of blood. "This is just what I needed for my first day of school." She used his grip on her to stand up carefully, so not to show the pack of students her underwear.

"Good morning to you too." She took her hand back and started to brush herself off,"Is this how you usually greet people? By knocking them to the ground and making them bleed?" Her voice sounded harsh, but her purple eyes danced with mirth. She tucked a long strand of dark purple hair behind her ear and checked the spiked white hair on the back of her head self-consciously. Everything was fine.

[Meline Kana Noriuma]

The boy looked around and brushed his hand against her head ever so slightly wiping the blood away as well as the wound itself. Magic seemed to be more and more common these days. Well if you knew what it was you didn't think it was rare. "Shh." He stuck out his tongue playfully. "It's not my fault you live in the household of the famous three. Well i should say Six. Granted I don't know how Pysche managed his way into these halls other than meeting up with Alstarren because he never went here. Your family amazes me about as much as my charm must have for you to let yourself be run down."

At the thought of his "charm" he suddenly looked taken aback and held an indignant hand on his chest. "No how was your break or my haven't you gotten even more handsome over the summer Azul?" His storm like eyes peered into hers with laughter clearly dancing across them. "I see how you are. Some friend huh?" Dare I say it he actually pouted at Jazz as he waited for the stampede of students to make their way back into class.

[Caer Ibormeith]

"Sorry," she stuck her tongue out at him in reply, "I was trying to regain some breath to form words with. I was only hit hard enough to make me slam my back onto the floor." She coughed slightly, "So, how was you're summer, Azul? Add any girls to the "Azul's a Player and We Hate Him For It" club on accident?"

This was an actually club that was large enough in numbers that it was almost recognized as a real group at the school. Previously scorned girls handed out buttons and fliers to all the new girls every year, but the newbies never paid attention...until their own heart was broken.

[Meline Kana Noriuma]

His jaw practically slammed through the floor of the school when she mentioned this. "I tell every girl I date upfront, well except Margo and Treysia because I hated them from the start, that I'm not looking for anything long term and I'll probably find someone else I like more in a couple of months. They think I'm wrong and that they can chance me. I'm still waiting for the one who can. And no over the summer no more girls were added because I found one and my eyes have been for her only since before the break. Kind of an odd feeling actually."

He held the door open for her but quickly held out a hand in front of it as he looked every direction. "Ok. I think it's safe for you now."

[Caer Ibormeith]

"Thank you sir," a smile toyed at her lips, "You're too kind." She gave a mock curtsy and grabbed her bag from where it laid, forgotten, on the floor. She walked in and stood by Mr. Devis's desk. "Um, I don't really see an open seat anywhere...where would you like me to sit?" Her hands were clasped in front of her, a slight death grip on her bag's strap. She had never been to a school before and she had begun to wonder if this was going to be too much for her.

Jazz kept the apprehension from showing in her eyes, but just barely. Most times, people could read her eyes like a book, even those who did not have any powers. Her biggest flaw rested in those eyes, but no one knew that, even those who had been with her since her parents had dumped her on the steps of the old Orphanage when she was barely three weeks old.

[Meline Kana Noriuma]

"Well I suppose, hmmm, Azul is that seat next to you open?" Azul , who'd just walked into the room smirked and Kicked Margo's bag away from him and nodded. Treysia just made a small cough and placed it next to hers followed by a low hiss. "Yes looks like you'll have to sit with Azul."

"Fancy that eh jitterbug?" He smirked.

[Caer Ibormeith]

"Doesn't look too fancy to me," she nodded to the teacher and dropped her bag on the floor next to the now-vacant desk. "But it's better than sitting with the girls giving me death-glares back there." Her head tipped back, but only in the barest sense, in a less-obvious way to point them out instead of using a finger. Pointing fingers could be the worst thing in the world to do right now, especially with that happening when I least expect it.

She sat down, lady-like and then sunk low in her chair, just dimly remembering that while she wore a skirt she needed to keep her knees together. She sighed, "Skirts should be outlawed..." she grumbled and resolved to talk to Circe about getting a pair of boy-shorts or something to wear underneath that she wouldn't have to worry about it. She hated that she had such a lanky frame that her skirt was a lot shorter than all the other girls at the school. If she had the money she would have gotten an extra school outfit so she could lengthen the skirt herself--or at least get someone she knew who could sew (since she was hopeless) to lengthen it for her.