The bark of the cherry tree presses into the small of her back. Her fingers fiddle with the new uniform, fresh and crisply pressed. She looks around and feels the light flow of energy pass through her. Hope, after the break it feels refreshing. Her hand goes to cover her smile and her green eyes cloud with a dreamy look. Bubbles of this feeling swell her chest and she curls her toes in excitement for the new school year. Her pulse speeds up thinking about her classes, especially one. Her pulse almost drowned out the sound of the heavy chains and whispers that the breeze carried to her. Her breath catches in her throat as the scent of blood dances under her nose. It is, to say the least, mouthwatering. Closing her eyes, Chi breathes it in deep. Feeling the direction of the wind and where the source is. She bends her head to the right and looks around her tree. 

    A muzzled boy with chains as accessories catches her eye, she neutrally gazes over him. Her eyes widen and she swallows. Th-that's...a police style basket muzzle. The most expensive on the market, but it's the safest as well. It's even difficult for humans to untie the special clips. It’s used for fighting or service dogs...why would he wear one? 

    A classmate steps out in front of him. My first thought, ‘Idiot’. I watch closely to how he moves, his actions seem to move one way but as if another force moves it a different position. I can’t help but feel compelled to get closer but to keep my distance. His aura feels like death. 

    “It’s because I bite!” 

    Hmm. I guess that's why. She can’t help but feel the other students fear, it charged her. Every emotion was palpable. She uses it to add her own energy, stronger ones, like fear, hope, love, hate and her favorite madness. 

    He makes his way to Kage-san, she’s in my class,the Noir class, but I highly doubt she knows my name. And deep inside, I want to keep it that way. But muzzle boy seems cocky, and that can get you killed. I stifle my laugh as she looks annoyed at him, he’s not the first one to try and impress. But I can’t help but find it amusing just the same. 

I can just barely see the scripted lettering on her book, the familiar font spelling out the title. A classic, and one in my collection. I tuck a strand of red hair behind my ear and turn back. My hands fold behind my back and I tip my head against the bark. Smiling as the scent of iron, blossoms and possibility swirl around me. 

This should be interesting.