Thread: Ogon Gakuen, Gold Acadamy (Commy, Niki, Gladiator, & myself)

Hiei ignored the fact that the two girls had revealed themselves, partially because he'd done so himself. Whatever. Hurry back to your dorms until your homeroom Sensei arrives. She is also your dorm head as welll. He turned his back to them and walked off on his own. I'll see you tomorrow night when you arrive in my class. --- Kazuki went straight for his dorm, having been told by his father that he was allowed to bring Rihoko to his room for the night. When he sat down on his bed, Riko hopped off of his shoulder. She frowned at having to be in a different dorm the next night. Daddy, why did Grampa say I have to be in a different dorm? It's not fair. she said, tears forming in her eyes. Kazuki noticed that these tears were genuine, not made to make him feel bad. The previous three years they'd spent together in middle school had cemented their relationship as a father-daughter couple, although Riko had some 'special' feeligs for her adoptive father. He fell to his back on his bed, sighing. Tell ya what, Riko. We'll go talk to Mother and Father tomorrow. I'll see if I can't convince them to let you stay with me. He turned his head to look at her, his red hair falling across his bishie face. How does that sound? Riko squealed happilly. Really Daddy? Yay! She threw her arms around him, and then she saw the clock on the wall. It read 1945 Quarter to eight already? She frowned. Daddy, do I have to take a bath now? Kazuki nodded. Yep. This isn't any different from any other Friday. He pointed to her suitcase on his floor. Pick out which pajamas you're gonna wear tonight, and I'll be in to scrub your back and hair. I have a friend I gotta call first. Riko nodded sadly and did as she was told. --- In the library, a large, dark tanned fellow with red eyes and black hair approached the Reaper's chosen girl. The man was obviously of Stone-Ogre descent, and it showed in his voice. Um, Miss? Please no scythe swinging. Bad for books if hurt by scythe of Miss. A couple of snow demon students nearby shyed away, having heard that the Librarian cared more for the books rather than the lives of the students. Please? A silver-haired woman stood nearby, her cat ears poking through her hair. She couldn't believe that George Onitsuchi had cared more for books than students, but she shook her head. 'Akane Nekomajin,' she thought to herself, 'You should be preparing for your first job as a teacher tomorrow. Your son and his daughter are i your class, so you have to be a proper teacher.' George patiently waited for a response from the Shinigami girl, yet he showed absolutely no fear. The ogre hybrid had seen more than his share of death and destruction in his life. If he were destined to die at the hands of this Reaper-in-training, he would die happy. --- And in the headmaster's office, the secretary, Hotaru Tomoe, the very same that was the Senshi of death and rebirth, Sailor Saturn, was calmly sipping her tea as she read through the list of suggestions that her own adoptive father, Domon Chiba, had sent her. She giggled softly at his scratchy handwriting, correctly assuming his daughter had bumped his hand as he'd wrote. Oh, Papa. If only you and Setstuna-Sama could see me now. She picked up the phone as it rang. Hello? Oh, Headmaster Nekomajin.........Yes sir......That's right, sir. Papa said I could be the secretary until Ms. Twili returns......Yes sir.....Hai. See you tomorrow, sir.