[i]Kotori[/i] - [u]An Invisible Songbird[/u]

The tension that lingered in the air as the chopsticks shattered in Sasaki's grasp remained heavily in her mind. It were almost as she had feared, the odd ability she had been born with was adversely reacted to almost instantly! Nervously, she bit her lip as he returned with a new pair and muttered a soft apology. Quizzically, she stared at him for a few moments as he ate, watching as his expression changed to one of grave nature to joy at the tastes she had imbued in her rice.

In the matter of a few split seconds, her serving of rice was long gone. Thankfully, she wasn't terribly hungry to begin with, so waiting for lunch to arrived seemed not as detrimental as others might think. 

Yet still there was the concern of the shattered chopsticks, the slivers from which still dusted the table. Had she triggered something that caused a traumatic memory to arise? With a shift of her fingertips, she picked up the three ball bearings and returned them to her bag; manually, rather than telekinetically. After all, she didn't want to have him breaking another pair of chopsticks because of her. 

[color=662d91]"It's quite allright, Kirima-san."[/color] She spoke softly, nodding her head just slightly. [color=662d91]"I cook my own food, so if someone truly likes it I consider it a compliment! If you wanted, I [i]could[/i] make you some breakfast tomorrow to try; consider it an apology for startling you so."[/color] This time however, her softened lips broke just briefly into a radiant smile, she could at least show a [i]little[/i] pride in her culinary ability. A brilliant smile however, that abruptly ceased as she watched a chicken bone fly across the cafeteria only to be shortly followed by a string of angrily shouted words from two ends.

Sitting up straighter so that she could meekly glimpse over Sasaki's shoulder as they discussed exactly what to do with Duck-boy's pet, Kotori's expression paled. Two obvious users of some sort of ability were furiously squaring off with one another just a few meters behind the little breakfast crew. Glancing over to both her newfound friends, well, could she honestly call them friends? They had only just met. Did they consider her a friend? An acquaintance maybe?  

It didn't matter, these two were about to fight one another. It would not do well for either of them to risk getting caught in the crossfire! With two as hot-headed as this, the very risk of that happening to not only Duck-Boy and Sasaki but many others seemed too great to allow!

She had to do something before someone unlucky got hurt for no reason. 

[color=662d91]"I-I'm s-sorry, but excuse me for a moment. I n-need to alter the current course."[/color] Bowing her head to the two respectfully, Kotori did not move from her seat in the least. What happened immediately was the screeching of metal on the floor of the cafeteria that overpowered the shouting exchange of words. Even drowning out the middle-schooler that had been urging the conflict forward.

A pair of the long, steel tables that lined the rows in the cafeteria had begun moving by themselves. After the attention from the immediate rage had been diverted, the Tables lofted themselves into the air, hanging vertically so that their tops now directly faced the two that had been riling themselves up for a fight. The only target they faced were their own reflection in the metal.

Their only enemy was their own impulsiveness. A subtle point she was trying to get across, but would likely fall upon blindly enraged minds.

Summoning up her courage to speak while she focused on holding the barrier that divided the two, Kotori spoke aloud, concisely for the entire cafeteria to hear. [color=662d91]"If you m-must fight, p-please take it outside where others can't be hurt or disturbed by your c-childishness! You each possess remarkable power, to fight like this i-i-is unnecessary! To do this here puts not only y-yourselves at risk, but others too! P-Please s-stop being so impish. You have a responsibility to control yourselves!"[/color]