This Fanfiction is dedicated to the fans that are big fans of the Kaname X Yuuki Pairing, but are not fond of the whole Sibling intermarrying thing. This adds a bit more of a forbidden love atmosphere.

This will be following the anime plot, but there are some twists in this story.

Kaname and Yuuki are not siblings. They were born to different pureblood families and their parents are not siblings either. Kaname is the only son of Haruka Kuran and his wife, Katsumi and the reincarnation of the original Kaname Kuran. While Yuuki is born to Juuri Daiya and her husband, Hikaru. However, Yuuki was betrothed to Kaname since birth to unite the two families. Plus, Kaname doesn't know that Human Yuuki and Vampire Yuuki are the same person and is attracted to her for her purity.

While Juuri was transforming Yuuki into a human, Yuki's hair was cut and was put into worn out clothes to make her look like an originally girl. But Juuri was interrupted by a falling ceiling caused by the fight between Rido and Yuuki's father. So, some of her vampire genes remained in tact.

After Yuuki was rescued by Kaname, she lived in New Orleans with her adoptive family.

Yuuki has long flowing hair.

Yuuki stays in an apartment by herself with the landlord acting as her guardian.

Yuuki wears her mother's diamond rose wedding ring which protects from unwanted pureblood bites and low level spells.

The blood of pure-hearted maidens can give powers to the vampires that drink them.

Kaname was just eight years old when he saved Yuuki. Purebloods aged normally. Then they stop aging when they're in their twenties.

Yuuki is not a guardian, but a normal transfer student, who knows the Night Class's secret.

I'm not much of a Zero fan, so sorry, he might not be in the story.

The main vampires in the Night Class are part of a student council called the Cross Academy Knights.

The Level E's have been getting more insane and dangerous, but so powerful that they can fight a Level B vampire so easily. Their bites can even be poisonous.

If you look into a vampire's glowing red eyes for more than ten seconds, you will be hypnotized.

Please give lots of reviews! Enjoy!

Prologue

"What's going on?" I woke up. There were white things falling from above me. I got up to my feet and looked around. I didn't know what kind of place I was in, or how I got here. "Where am I?" "Who am I?" There were countless questions running through my head. I didn't know what anything was or what I should do.

I held out my hands as the strange white things fell to my hands. "It's cold." "White snow." said a strange and cold-sounding voice. "What is white? What's Snow?" I asked the voice in my head. "It's something that is not red." the voice said. "So, what is red?" I asked.

"Are you lost little girl?" said an unfamiliar voice. I looked up and saw a tall man with a long coat and short hair came up to me. I got a good look at the man; he had glowing blood red eyes and fangs inside his mouth. "He's…" "I want your blood" the frightening man…no creature said with a smirk. "…a beast in human form that drinks the blood from living humans."

I just stared at the monster in fear; I took a step backward, but fell backwards. Then the man lunged forward at me, grabbed me, and prepared to bite into my neck. "NO DON"T!" I screamed. I kicked at the ground, hoping to get away from him, but no avail. I had my eyes closed fearing the worst, then I felt another presence. I opened them and saw a boy who lifted his left hand, ready to strike, my eyes widen. "They are…"

The next moment there was blood everywhere; on the snow, on some of my clothes, and on the boy's hand and clothes as well. The boy's arm went right through the monster's chest and pulled it out as the monster fell dead to the ground and turned to just dust and clothes and then blew away in the wind. "Just a disgrace to all vampires." said the boy as he shook some of the excess blood off his hand, then he turned to face me as he started to lick his hand. He was about eight years old, he had medium brownish black hair and the same fangs and glowing red eyes as the monster that turned to dust, and then they turned to a reddish brown. I was awestruck at the beautiful eyes of this young boy, I couldn't breathe and my heart raced. "Vampires. You must never go near a vampire…"

That boy came up to me with a concern and sympathetic look. He then bent down and held out the bloody hand he had used killed the monster with and smiled in a comforting way. "Is everything alright?" he asked kindly. "If you do…" I reached for his hand. All the cold I had felt then just vanished when I touched his hand. Although it was so cold and he was wearing no gloves, his skin still so warm. Then he helped me up and pulled me into a warm and reassuring embrace; and started to comfort me. "… their glaze will enslave you."

Ten Years Later:

"Yuuki. Yuuki." a voice said, "Wake up or you're going to miss your flight. !" with that my opened my eyes. "It's about time you woke up," an eighteen year old girl with light brown tight curly hair pulled in a low ponytail, brown eyes, and brown skin, "Today's the day you head off to Japan's world famous Cross Academy and become a famous dancer."

I got up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "You're exaggerating Wilma, I'm just going to hone my skills and probably dig up a bit on my past." I said while grabbing my big black barrette and bringing my hair, which reaches down the middle of my back, into a bun with just a bit of hair hanging from the top. "And find your 'prince charming' too right?" Wilma said with a mischievous smile on her face. "Oh be quiet." I said hitting one of my pillows at her.

"Yuuki! Wilma! Hurry up for breakfast you two. We have to be at the airport early to meet Mr. Cross, and see Yuuki off." A female voice called up from downstairs. I looked at the clock. "Oh boy! We better hurry, it's 6:45 A.M. already!" I said getting up, taking off my navy nightshirt and dark gray sleeping shorts, placing them in my suitcase, and putting my green plait short skirt, a black shirt, a pair of black socks, a pair of tan ankle-high boots, and my pink hoody jacket. I also slipped on my lucky diamond rose ring on my left ring finger and put a gold chain around my neck. Then me and Wilma went downstairs to the kitchen.

"Morning!" we both said greeting our family. There was a man with short blonde hair and blue eyes sitting at the table reading a newspaper, a nine year boy with the same coloring was eating his cheerios tiredly, and a woman with light medium colored hair in a bob cut with brown eyes was placing cheese omelets and pancakes for me and Wilma.

I'm Yuuki Franklin by the way. This is my adoptive family. The woman is Himeko Franklin, my mother. She was originally from Tokyo, but she came here to 'The Big Easy" New Orleans to study Psychology and moved here altogether when she married my father, Jacob, who works as a History teacher at a local elementary school. The girl is my older sister, Wilma, she stayed at the same Girl's Foster home as me and was adopted at the same time as me when the Franklins adopted me. The boy is the Franklins' biological son, and our little brother, Samuel or Sam. He was born about nine months after me and Wilma were adopted.

I'm going to Japan to attend the Cross Academy's performing arts program. It's around the area where I was found wandering around in the snow with no memories ten years ago. No one was able to find any clues about who I am, so I'm going to try to find out about my past by myself while I'm there. I'll miss the colorful and exciting New Orleans, but I need to know my past, or I probably won't able to move towards my future. According to what my dad tells his students.

All of us got into our family van to the airport to meet the headmaster, Kaien Cross, who will escort me to my apartment. This and the dancing will help me gain some confidence in myself. Me and Wilma were listening to our Ipods, while Sam fell asleep, and my parents were having an emotional moment up front. I will definitely miss them and I know this is probably hard on them for me to be on my own in another country and to be trying to find my real family, but I know they understand.

Dad pulled into the airport parking lot and got the luggage for me. Before we entered the airport, I turned around and closed my eyes to feel the breeze and essences of New Orleans one last time before I head off for the possible land of my birth. I could smell the scent of beignets and gumbo from neighboring restaurants, I felt the warm breeze and saver it, since winters in Japan will be colder, heard the sound of the musicians playing their jazz music, then I opened my eyes and saw the skyline of the Crescent City. Then I turned around to head off to my high school life in a new country.

I showed my new passport and got my luggage checked, and then we went over to the terminal. Sitting on one of the chairs, was a man with long light brown hair tied in a ponytail with a green ribbon, glasses, and a long gray coat. He was holding a sign that said 'Yuuki Franklin'. I guess that must be Mr. Cross. We over to him and my Dad greeted him, and then he introduced me. Mr. Cross looked at me perplex and shook his head. "Juuri?" he said. "Huh?" I said "Who's Juuri?" "Oh sorry." Mr. Cross apologized. "I thought you were someone I had met a long time ago." "By chance, did this 'Juuri' lose a five year old sister, cousin, or possibly daughter ten years ago?" I asked in case this woman is a biological relative of mine. "No," said Mr. Cross, "I don't think she ever had any siblings, cousins, or children." "Oh I see." I said with a bit disappointment in my voice.

"I'm Kaien Cross, the headmaster of Cross academy." he said. "It's nice to meet you." I said as I bowed in respect. I have learned a bit about Japanese customs beforehand. "I look forward to working with you." I added. "Likewise." Mr. Cross said, "Based on your reviews and the video you have sent me, you will shine very brightly at Cross Academy." "Thank you" I said.

I sighed and turned around to the only family I remember. "Well this is it. I'll write you guys every week and call you every month. Okay." I said trying to hide the fact that I will miss them terribly. I went over to hug my mother. "Be good okay, and listen to your teachers and the landlord." she said. "I will Mom." I said. Then I hugged my dad. "Be strong for us." he said. "I'll try my best Daddy." I said. "You show those Japanese girls how we American girls break it down." She said with a smile. I hugged her tightly. "I'll make you proud Sis." I said. Sam grabbed my waist tightly. "Come back soon okay." he said. "Count on it." I said as I patted his head affectionately. I backed off a bit and got a look at everybody. "If I do find my past in Japan, no matter what, all four of you will always be part of my family." I said unable to hold back the tears anymore. Turns out they couldn't hold back their tears as well and we had a big group hug. "Goodbye!" I said as I wiped the tears from my eyes, left to board the seventeen hour flight to Japan, and waved them goodbye.

During the flight, I asked Mr. Cross about the school, and anything involving the Dancing section of the Performing Arts Program. I also read pamphlets with information on Japan and Cross Academy. There was also an interesting in-flight movie about an old movie of Godzilla. Every now and again, I look out the window to see the plains, mountains, lakes, rivers, ponds, streams, creeks, hills, deserts, forests, cities, towns, and fields of the country I have been calling home for ten years. It was really nerve-racking, exciting, and sad at the same time.

When it was the meal times the attendants brought us some Japanese cuisine. It looked a little strange, but I tried it. They really have a lot of vegetables, rice, and fish in their foods. Then it was time for lights out, they brought us blankets. It felt rather strange sleeping on plane chair than in my bed. Despite the excitement, and nervousness, and the fact that Mr. Cross was snoring like an alligator with a cold, I fell to sleep right away.

The next morning, we arrived in the Tokyo International Airport. When we first got off the plane; I examined the world I have entered. I felt a cold breeze, but that's to be expected being further up north, I smell stews and dishes from the airport restaurants, I heard some Japanese folk music (Enka) on the radio, and saw people in colorful kimonos holding decorated fans and had very strong makeup on. So this is the city of Tokyo, my mom's hometown. However, this is not my destination. Cross Academy is near a smaller town down south of here. We are going to take the next available train and go straight to my new apartment to settle in.

We had a traditional Japanese breakfast at one of the restaurants near the train station while we wait for the train to come. Once we were on the train, I took in the new sights as the train moved. It was the start of the winter semester, and yet there was no snow on the ground.

"Snow…" I thought to myself. My mind went back to that winter about ten years ago. I still have no memories before that moment. That moment was a little foggy, but I remember it as if it were yesterday. I was lost with no memories of who I am; then a drunken man attacked me with a knife. Luckily, a young boy saved me, I don't know how he did it, but he got that man away from me. I never learned what happened to that man after that, but I heard that he disappeared and died from overdrinking sake (rice wine). That boy bought me to the police station and when I was sent to a mental hospital for therapy on my lost memories. When they couldn't help me, I was sent to live the same Girl's Foster Home Wilma was staying at, while I got help at the mental hospital where my mom worked in New Orleans until the Franklins adopted us. I haven't seen that boy since then. I haven't even got his name or even thanked him. I think since the school I'm attending is near the same area where I was found, the boy might be somewhere around here. There's also a chance that he might have moved away or he never did lived near there. I also have a strong feeling that the boy is somehow connected to my lost past. I guess I'll never know until I look into it. All I know about him is that he would about eighteen years old about now, so he be either a senior in High School or a freshman in college.

After a while, we arrived at the town where Cross Academy was up the hill. The whole town looked sort of European in a way. The buildings were made of stone. It was a very beautiful town. I looked up the hill and saw a glimpse of the Academy's clock tower. "Come on this way." Mr. Cross said snapping me back to the present. "Oh right! Have to find my new apartment." I said following him.

We took a few lefts and rights until we saw a young lady with long black hair and a pink and blue dress struggling with some boxes on the sidewalk. The next thing we know, the boxes almost fall on top of her, luckily she fell flat on her back before one of the large heavy boxes could land on her. I ran over to see if she was hurt. "Are you alright?" I asked helping her up. "Yes, I'm fine." She said. "I was just moving some of these boxes to the spare apartment. A girl from America who will be attending Cross Academy is going to stay here since there is no more room in the girl's dormitory." she said. "That would be me," I said, "I'm Yuuki Franklin and this is Mr. Cross the headmaster of Cross Academy." We both bowed our heads. "It's nice to meet you, my name is Azumi Yamada I'm the owner of this apartment." She said as turned her head to her left to look proudly at the building she owned. Both me and Mr. Cross turned to the right and saw a whitish seven floor building with black iron railings balconies swirling in a vine-like design. It was really a nice looking place. Having parents working as a teacher and a psychologist in a big city really pays well.

"As you can see, these boxes are too much for me to handle." Ms. Yamada said. "Well this is my stuff, so I'll help you." I assisted. "Well I need to get back to the school; I probably have a mountain pile of paperwork to do by now." Mr. Cross said. He was about to leave when he remembered something. "Oh! Hold on a minute! I almost forgot to give you your school uniform!" he said panicky. He put out my new uniform from his bag. It was wrapped in plastic.

I never wore a uniform before, we just dress causally at my schools in New Orleans. It was a pair of brown boots with laces, a pair of tall black stockings, a short black skirt, a white long-sleeve button-up shirt, a black jacket with white rose buttons and white lines in diamond patterns, and a red ribbon. "Thank you." I said. "I'll see you at school tomorrow." Mr. Cross said finally turning around to leave.

"Well shall we head up to your new apartment?" asked Ms. Yamada. "Might as well." I said. Ms. Yamada took my suitcases while I got a box that said 'Dancing Stuff", meaning that my dancing outfit and shoes are in there. We walked into the apartment lobby. It looked like a large spacious living room you find at a private vacation home. There was a black countertop reception desk on the left, brown leather crouches and armchairs, iron and glass coffee tables and lamp tables, a stone fireplace with firewood contained in a tin bucket, floral rugs on the light gray stone floor, and various elegant paintings hanging on the walls. I like this place already.

"Your apartment is Room 721 on the seventh floor." Ms. Yamada said. We went inside the elevator, which looked similar to an elevator at a hospital. Simple. Ms. Yamada set down one of my suitcases and pushed the button for the seventh level, and then we went up. After a while, the elevator coasted to a stop, we stepped out, and walked to the door at the end of the hall on the right that had the numbers 721. "Here are your keys." Ms. Yamada said handing me the keys to my apartment. "Thanks." I said accepting the keys. I put the key in the keyhole and turned to the right. I opened the door and looked at my apartment for the first time.

I was totally stunned by the interior of the place. It a full-sized kitchen with brown marble design countertops, a fridge and cabinets already stored with the basic food groups. It also had all the dishes and cooking equipment I need. There was also bar chairs near the countertops for eating. The living room had a medium sized television, red, green, and white cotton furniture, and a simple brown coffee-table. Next to the living room was the balcony. I went over to it and saw the view it had, it was amazing. I got a better view of the school, there seemed to be two other buildings up there as well. They look kind of like castles. They must be the boy and girl dormitories. One building had an orange red roof, while the other building had a dark blue one. I went over to the bathroom. I saw the toilet, sink, and bathtub, but I didn't see the showerhead over the tub. "Um, not to be picky, but I don't see a showerhead." I said. Ms. Yamada pointed to a small silver-colored showerhead above a small tiled patterned platform near the sink. "Oh there it is." I said feeling awkward.

There was a bunch of stairs next to the kitchen that lead to another level. "Up there is the spare room, and your bedroom." informed Ms. Yamada, "The spare room was turned to a private dance studio by one of the previous owners, so you can used it to practice your dancing, and walls have already been perfectly sound-proofed." We took a peek inside the spare room. It looked just like the rooms at the dancing school I went to in New Orleans. The walls were covered with mirrors and there were parallel bars for stretching. I feel at home already.

"Your room is a little vacant since you will be organizing it to your liking." Ms. Yamada told me. I looked inside; there was just a mattress on the bed, lavender walls, and a desk. There was also a smaller balcony with a similar view of the school. "Well with a little T.L.C. this room will do nicely, just like the rest of this apartment. Thank You, Ms. Yamada." I said showing my respects. "You don't have to call me 'Ms. Yamada', just call me 'Azumi'." she said with a smile. "Okay, Thanks Azumi." I said bowing my head.

"Alright!" Azumi said putting her hands together, "Shall we bring the rest of your stuff up here?" "Might as well." I said. For the next two hours, we brought in the boxes filled with my clothes, books, posters, bed sheets, toothpaste, shampoo, and conditioner, brush, makeup, bath products, camera, journals, postcards to write to my family and friends, and alarm clock. We even got out the cleaning equipment to clean some spots in the house that Azumi couldn't get to before I came here. Little by little, the place really started to feel like home, except a bit smaller and with my own dance studio.

When we were finally done, I laid down on my finished bed. "Man! I'm exhausted!" I exclaimed. GGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRR! A loud rumbling suddenly came around. I put my hands on my stomach in a flash with a slight blush on my face. "And hungry!" I added with a laugh.

"Then how about I make your first homemade Japanese dinner on your first day in Japan?" asked Azumi. "Sounds great! Thanks!" I said. "Do you need any help?" I offered. "That would be a great help, thank you." Azumi said with a grateful smile. After a while, we dug into the spicy ramen, rice, green tea, and chicken curry.

"Well I better hit the hay, I got an even bigger day tomorrow." I said. "Alright, I'll escort you to Cross Academy in the morning and help you prepare." Azumi said, "Good Night!" she bowed and left the apartment. I took off my chain and ring and put them in a case, got into the shower and bath, set my alarm, and got under the covers of my new bed. I bought my mattress padding from New Orleans, so it wasn't so hard to fall asleep. Although, I was still nervous about a new school in an all new country.

The Next Morning

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I got up still feeling sleepy and turning off the alarm clock. I never was much of a morning person. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "Yuuki! Are you awake?" Azumi called from the door. I opened the door and Azumi walked in. "I brought you breakfast." She said, "Thanks" I said. For breakfast I had miso soup, rice porridge, and grilled salmon. After I finished, I got into my uniform, I managed to get the stockings, boots, white shirt, skirt, and jacket on, but I wasn't sure about what the ribbon's for. Luckily, Azumi helped me tied the ribbon to fasten the top of my jacket. I put my hair in its usual hairstyle, put my ring and chain in my skirt's pocket to wear after school since can't wear any other accessories, and took a look in the mirror. Not bad.

Azumi gave money for lunch and walked me over to the stairs that lead to the academy. "I hope you will have a good day." Azumi said. With that, I ran up the stairs to the academy. I saw a bunch of other kids with the same uniforms and went in the direction they were walking in. I looked at my papers and school map. My classroom is Class 1-1. Mom said that would stand for one of the first year classes of high schools in Japan, so it would be the tenth grade. Eventually, I got to the classroom. It was really very different than the classrooms, it was more like a lecture hall, and the desks were joined together and inclined along with the stairs.

"Oh Hello! You must be the foreign exchange student we were expecting, Miss Franklin was it?" the teacher said as I walked into the room. There were a bunch of murmurings and whispers as I walked in. I stand in the whole class to introduce myself. It could all of my mental strength to keep my knees from shaking. "Well go ahead and introduce yourself to everyone." said the teacher.

"Hello," I said to everyone, "I'm Yuuki Franklin. I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana in North America." A random boy raised his hand and asked, "What are you going at Cross Academy?" "I'm here to study with this academy's Performing Arts program." I said. A girl raised her hand up, "What are you studying?" she asked. "I'm in the Dancing department of the program." I answered. "Please take a seat near Miss Wakaba." the teacher said.

I went up to the row where a girl with short light brown hair and brown eyes was seating and sat down. "Hello Miss Franklin." she said. "You don't have to call me 'Miss Franklin' just call me 'Yuuki'." I said. "Alright then Yuuki, I'm Sayori Wakaba, but you can call me 'Yori'." she said cheerfully. "You're taking dance classes here right?" Yori asked. "Yeah that's right." I answered. "Well so am I." she said with a bright smile. "That's great!" I said with an equally bright smile.

For the next five hours we went over ethnics, math, science, and history. Then came free period, I decided to look for the senior boys to see if any of them was the boy who saved my life. I answered a few questions about my home to the other students before I went out of the classroom. "Hey Yuuki, do you want me to show you around?" Yori offered. "Thanks," I said, "I was wondering where the senior boys hang out anyway." "So, you're interested in older guys, huh?" she said. "Sort of." I replied shyly. I looked at every senior guy we could find, but none of them felted like he was that boy.

After classes were over, me and Yori went to the dance classes. We walked into the locker room and changed into our dancing clothes. I wore my red spaghetti strap shirt with black semi-tight pants, and black very low heel ballet flats. Yori sported a plain short-sleeved coral pink leotard with matching ballet flats and white leggings. She also wore a magenta headband to keep the hair out of her eyes. Once we finished changing, we went into the dance studio and saw a bunch of girls stretching, jumping, and twirling everywhere around the room. I was starting to get really nervous now. These girls looked very beautiful, graceful, and professional. I hope I'm up for this. The teacher introduced me to the rest of the class. The teacher had light brown hair pulled into a very tight bun with a few strands of hair hanging around the face, a sleeveless black leotard with matching ballet flats, and white tights. "Another back-up dancer for me." said a girl with dark blue eyes and very straight ebony hair wearing an extremely sparkly midnight blue leotard with white ballet flats. "Tomiko, be nice!" Yori scolded.

"So Miss Franklin…" the teacher said, "Please just called me 'Yuuki'." I said. "Well Yuuki, what kind of dancing do you do and what kind of music do you dance to?" she asked. "I guess a mixture of ballet, jazz, and hip-hop and I mostly dance to Pop music." I answered. "Well how about you dance a bit for us?" she suggested. "Okay," I replied, "I brought a few CDs from home, do you mind if I dance to them?" "Sure thing. Just let your body flow with the music." She said. I went to the CD player and put in my Lady Gaga Fame Monster album and started the music.

Soon 'Telephone' was playing within the room with me moving my body to match the rhythm and beat of the song. I'm always so peaceful and energized whenever I dance. It really helps me think. After the song was over, I bowed. The class clapped, so I assumed they liked it. "Very impressive! So full of energy and spirit. That's what I like in my students. Tomiko might have a rival." the teacher said Tomiko gave me a jealous glare. She looked so intimidating looking at me like that; I backed up a little from her. "Okay class, now that we are acquainted, let's some new jazz moves." the teacher said.

After an hour of dancing, we went back into the locker room to change back into our uniforms. I couldn't help noticed that a lot of the girls were rushing to get dressed. One girl got done first and immediately bolted out of the room. "Hey no fair! Wait up! Hurry up girls, or she get there first!" said a bunch of girls as they hurried out of the door while they were finishing dressing up. Some of the girls bumped my side as they ran to the door, while I was putting on my ring and chain.

"Okay, what is that about?" I asked Yori in annoyance. "Oh they're just going to see the Night Class students." She explained as if it was the simplest answer. "The Night Class Students?" I said in confusion, "So this school doubles as a night school?" "Yeah the students there are really popular and really glorious. So everyday after afterschool activities, the Day Class students go see the Night Class students at the Night Class dorms a.k.a. the Moon Dorm. Since it's the only time of day, we can see them, because there are strict boundaries between the two classes." Yori explained "So the two separate buildings aren't the boy and girl dormitories, they're the dorms for the Day Class and Night Class?" I asked Yori. "Bingo!" she said.

Maybe the boy that saved my life ten years ago goes to the Night Classes instead. "Is it okay if we go there?" I asked. "Think your senior guy is there?" Yori teasingly asked. "Possibly yeah." I answered, "And by the way, you're starting to sound like my sister." "Well I'll show you where it is." Yori said. "Thanks" I said. Once we were finished dressing, we went to the Moon Dorm.

The Moon Dorm looked more majestic than the Sun Dorm. It was like the Sun Dorm was a duke or a count's home, while the Moon Dorm looked like a royal palace with a high wall and grand doors. There were a lot of students screaming their lungs off. You would think that these students are celebrities or something. They were behind small iron fences with names engraved at the top. They must be like the velvet ropes used at movies premieres and stuff. There were teachers that were telling the wild students to calm down and behave as well as holding them back. Security between the two classes must be really tight.

Somehow, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something dark and mysterious about this place. It was almost if these teachers were trying to keep a deep dark secret from the Day Class students. Me and Yori went behind the fences. It might have been my imagination, but I think some of the other girls were trying to block my sight. Soon the great doors creaked opened, and my heart started to beat really fast. I couldn't help but think that this really moment was life changing. What was going to happen next?