SCRAPPED CHAPTER HEADER 1- The scene in which Rydia was introduced to her room-mates, scrapped due to Rydia and Iris being completely OOC. (The cringe is real, help me)

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Flavia fell clear off the top bunk when her blank staring into space was interrupted by the vaguely familiar battle aura from earlier in the day, making their way unerringly down the corridor to the dorm she shared with 2 other girls.

The gothic mist scrambled to her feet, skin already purpling from the minor abrasion, and practically threw herself into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door with a flare of Indigo Flame- if what Superbia had said was right, the Hibari was a Cloud, and she had no intentions of being in striking range when Iris realized.

A rotund Lightning watched with dry amusement as the stick of a Mist locked the door, calmly settling back into her claimed bed, History book open in front of her; though her attention was clearly on the curvy girl doing her nails on the bed below the one Flavia had fallen from.

Her Flaxen hair fell to hide cherry brown eyes and a wry smirk; the curly haired Cloud sparing an annoyed scowl in her direction- Iris Hepburn turned flattering round eyes on the door when the Lightning failed to yield a reaction, more focused on the bland and single knock that had sounded clearly.

She rolled her violet eyes, gaze cool, and reclined with lazy grace- even so, she stiffened with a sharp inhale as the door was abruptly kicked down with enough force that it splintered, and the Lightning hid suspicious cough into an oversized sweater, the nicknamed 'Trigger-Happy Tracker' blatantly intrigued.

"And that is why you open the doors to strangers kids, because there's a high chance they'll kick your door down otherwise."

The girl dusted off her slacks as she talked, striding into the room with lavender bright eyes that cast a barely there glow over her cheekbones; a sign of actual Flame strength and not eye color. Iris had regained her catty countenance with surprising ease as she observed the…Indian? Italian? Cloud.

"You do realize you're cleaning up the mess?"

"You do realize I'm willing to do the same to the person who was supposed to give me the damn keys?"

"It was her,"

The Lightning says, immediately throwing the weaker Cloud under the proverbial bus- the position of Alpha was a fickle thing, and the moment the girl had fought Superbia fucking Squalo to a standstill, was the moment she had gained the title.

"Brilliant! Keys please, and while I'm fully willing to clean up the mess, it's really a matter of perspective. As a Mafioso, being vague isn't the brightest idea- after all, with how you haven't even reached for a weapon in face of threat, you, are one hell of a pathetic mess. At least the blonde grabbed her pen."

Said blonde wisely kept the fact the pen was her actual weapon to herself as the weaker Cloud flushed, eyes darkening.

"Quite a rude way to introduce yourself to people you'll be sharing space with,"

The senior drawled darkly, tapping too long and too sharp nails on a leg.

"Was it? How curious. You almost seem like you expect me to care. At any rate, one of you tell me where my keys are before I- Oh, good evening…Flavia, was it?"

The Cloud childishly side tracked herself, and the Lightning saw the moment Iris realized she hadn't been registered as enough of a threat to warrant her full attention- said Mist mumbled something that may have been a greeting back through the door.

"Rydia Hibari, powerful Cloud and Scholarship student- the Hibari's aren't a Mafia Family, and it seems they don't care if you don't join the Yakuza, making you unalleged. My name is Lena. Good Evening."

The Lightning, newly dubbed Lena, murmured with a slowness to her speech that either hinted at a lack of proficiency in the language, or a more thoughtful take to what she said. The Hibari blinked at her with a dry curve to her lips, rocking back on her heels and looking back at Iris, who had swung her legs off the bed.

"Good evening Lena. And purple contacts, just saying it now, by the way- I have no interest in your personal space nor independence- judging by your reserve size, you aren't strong enough to lay claim to entire swathes of land. You're sharing a bunk with another girl, meaning your Flames are Introverted- the only thing you're territorial about is your independence, isn't it?"

"And what about you? You going to go rabid guard dog on us?"

Iris retorted, but she had stopped tapping her nails- Lena deflated instantly, having been looking forward to a fight. Sighing, the Lightning flipped the page of her textbook slowly, clearly dreading the next passage.

"Don't give me my keys, and you may find out."

A pause, before Iris smirked and tossed the other Cloud her copy, mockingly splaying her arms in a sweeping motion- Manipulative and distasteful she may be, but when faced with verified threats, she wasn't stupid.

Oh, she'd push at boundaries, but it seemed the traditional hazing routine of Russian Roulette had been scrapped.

From their side, anyways.

"Welcome! You get the bunk above Lena. As a customary warning, Flavia sleepwalks, and the last time we left the door unlocked, someone shot her, and the entire girls Dorms had to be evacuated. I say had to be, but what I really mean is that most girls ran out screaming and cursing; with quite some lot clutching crucifixes; the rest various weaponry, and the few that stayed behind were the Mists capable of subduing her."

"…. Fun."

"On that note, we're not waking you up for anything, so get your schedule straight. Lena's a kleptomaniac- "

"-Stop telling people- "

"-And If you kill anyone in here, common rule is that your either kicked from the dorms, or you clean it up, since the butlers here never seem to be able to knock down the walls in time. I think that's all, and you should know the only reason I'm being this helpful is because you didn't immediately jump the gun to being an asshole."

"Duly marked- any hierarchy I have to watch out for? ~"

"Apart from the fact you managed to become the 'Alpha' in a day, and thus drop kicked another girl specializing in traps straight to Omega? No."

"…. Shit."

"Fuck more like it, Fucked backwards up a donkeys arse."

"…Thank you for your valuable input Lena."

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