The New Boy In Town [ L O R E ]

Being the new kid in a school that was ran by savages who lust for blood— every second of every hour— had little to no perks whatsoever. Everyone felt the need to fight, to draw blood for reasons that did not fill to the brim; and the so-called Pillars, the only true authority in this high school; only egged on the situations that arose over feeble matters. However, there were the few rare ones that did not indulge in the constant need of battle unless needed, and amongst them was Hiromasa Maasaki— Yusuf.

The bell for lunch had blared like a siren in the hallways of carnage, reminding some of the students that the day was almost over; others students took the bell as an indication to begin fighting. Hiromasa saw the bell as just that— a bell; and as he walked throughout the hallways with his book in hand, reading the fine literature of Edgar Allen Poe, he would stroll pass numerous battles on his way to the lunchroom. His eyes remained loyal to Poe's work, not once cheating on the words by looking at the animals beating one another to death rather viciously.

Some kids where getting jumped, others were getting stuff in lockers; neither of them done with any true reasoning behind it.

"Sometimes I wonder why I'm placed in with these monkeys." His words were mumbled under his breath while his feet guided him into the lunchroom, and just like the hallways that he once roamed, fighting too began to erupt. To be quite frank, the Japanese boy was the least bit surprise and would be lying to himself if he did not expect such of a school hoarding criminals.

Emerald hues scanned to area for a seat worthy of his presence; one that was not in the center of the hostile atmosphere that others found pleasure breathing in. And before all hope was lost, Hiromasa spotted a seat at the back near a window where a girl of blond hair resided; she didn't seem to be indulging in the bullshit around the cafe and for some reason— that lured the boy into her private web. Ebbing and flowing his way through the fights and conflicts with ease; Hiromasa would find himself sitting directly across from the interesting female, taking it upon himself to break the ice. "I take it that you're new as well?"

Something about this woman was rather appealing to the eyes of Hiromasa who sat there rather quietly, those emerald eyes burning with curiosity as he studied her frame inch-by-inch. "You can say that, he chuckled lightly as he placed a bookmark between his most recent pages. Hiromasa was certain that he stood out like a sore thumb in the midst of all this chaos, unlike the other males that were littered in tattoos and walked around with their heads held high; the senior carried himself completely differently. His clothing alone proved that; black button up shirt with white pants properly pressed had easily caught the eyes of the savages.

"Rose? That's a beautiful name, that would explain your unparalleled beauty." A soft smile would be displayed as his rose-colored lips parted to show his white pearls; his eyes staring into her own and then shifted back to the fights in the lunchroom. It was disgusting how they all behaved but deep down— in his heart, he knew he was one of them; which explained why he thought about the question asked of him.

Was Hiromasa really a fighter? His thoughts flooded with a wave of questions about himself, and before he was drowned in them; the sound of someone's bone cracking brought him back to reality.

His gaze once more falling upon Rose, "I'm Hiromasa Maasaki, but you can call me Yusuf. In terms of me being a fighter..." His tone shifted, becoming a bit more stern than before as he made sure his answer was true. "I would say that I'm a bit like these savages, just a bit more in control. After all, only criminals and juveniles end up in 552." This was true, 552 wasn't opened to the public; it was a school crafted solely for kids who could not function properly in society. "What about you, are you a fighter? They do say the prettier a girl is, the more crazy she is deep down. What did you do to end up here?" He asked curiously as digits found themselves cupping his chin while his elbow rested on the table.

Hiromasa lips couldn't contain themselves as they parted to release a boasting guffaw at the statement of killing; his white pearls exposing themselves before those hazel eyes belonging to Rose.


"I think its best you don't tell me then! Hahaha."

Shocking wasn't it? A smile and a genuine laugh was able to be birthed in a cage filled with beasts, and although Rose may have not done so intentionally, she freed the quiet-bookworm from his personal restraints. And as that laugh continued, Hiromasa would feel himself warming up to the girl before his emerald hues; however, he still would trend carefully with likes of her. Her name was Rose for a reason, and just like many beautiful roses that bloom in a garden; she too had thorns to match that striking beauty of her's. Something about her though— felt so— warm and welcoming; captivating would be an insult of a word to describe the feeling; no word in the dictionary could express the aura that emitted from her so profoundly. And before Hiromasa could truly dive in his sea of thoughts, the mentioning of a book peaked his interest; ears sharpening as well as eyes while digits intertwine unhesitatingly.

Maybe she knew, maybe she didn't; either or, the mentioning of books alone always seized the attention of the Japanese scholar, who was listening quite attentively to Rose's words. The book itself sounded promising— interesting— sinister, attributes that were identical to works written by Edgar Allen Poe; a man who indulged in writing works that swam in the pool of horror. Nonetheless, Hiromasa was so caught up in the potential of Rose's book that he barely took note of the female's statement about the Pillars.


"I would love to read this book of yours when it is done! It sounds similar to the works by my favorite author, Edgar Allen Poe— you should give him a read if you have the time. His work is rather promising, and probably one of the best writers in history, I apologize if I'm rambling. Haha, I just really enjoy good books."

As if Rose was on a roll to obtain a three peat, she once again like a moth to a flame— caught Hiromasa's interest. "Sinister?" The simplicity word puzzled his words puzzled his thoughts greatly as he pondered on it. To be quite frank, he knew deep down that he was twisted, animalistic like these savages that roamed 552; however, he was a bit different from them. The real question of the day was how could this girl he just met at lunch be capable of locating that trait off Hiromasa, one that he kept locked away deep within his being.

"Are you sure you're not talking about yourself Ms. Lockheart? After all, they do say that real recognize real— and right now we both seem to have quite the mutual understanding of one another. So would you say that you too have this sinister trait that lurks in the shadows?" His tone was solid towards her, yet it mixed with curiosity that lingered about.