[@LitCabbit] [center][color=ed145b][h3]~Hanazono Asuka~[/h3][/color][/center] Meanwhile after leaving the poor girl in shambles, leaving her shattered heart upon the very grounds it was broken, Asuka did not return to her dorm, but instead lingered in the dense forest for a bit longer. She needed to be alone for a moment, to make sense of everything and deal with her own burdening pain in her heart. A demure blue sky bespeckled with several fluffy white clouds stretched before her lingering eyes, but it wasn't of much concern to her. Beside the pond nearby the school she sulked, her chest still stinging and throbbing from her own apparent ache. [color=ed145b]~Why...?"~[/color] To herself she muttered, lying on her back and staring empty gaze towards the sky. [color=ed145b]~"I was hoping maybe this time...she could have bound my wandering heart. She could have healed that wretched, calloused scar upon me, and once more I would find joy...but no. Yet another I have spurned because of my selfish endeavors. Love...you are even more cruel than death. The more you elude me, the more I seek you. A chase that shall have no end."~[/color] She sighed bitterly. She had thought she was alone, as always nothing but her thoughts to accompany her in the dismal, broken silence, but...what was this? [color=f7976a]“Another to the trail of tears, miss Hanazono~?”[/color] The voice of the cheeky girl she turned her gaze towards, an unwelcome glower affixed. [color=f7976a]“That young one.. well she was cute.”[/color] So quick she was to meddle in others affairs, Miako-San. [color=ed145b]~"As though I care, Miako-San."~[/color] Asuka replied under her breath and turned to face the water, the early morning light dancing off the sheen surface. [color=ed145b]~"That's just life, isn't it? You win some, and you lose some."~[/color] Though for Asuka...it was more losses than wins. [color=ed145b]~"Besides, she....just wasn't my type."~[/color] Asuka fibbed. She huffed irritably. She just wanted to be left alone now. Not picked on by that incourigable second year. [hr] [center][h3][color=00aeef]Itagaki Tohru[/color] & [color=a187be]Serizawa Kagome[/color][/h3][/center] Tohru reluctantly followed behind her mother down the hall of the dormitory, sulking and not speaking a word as [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TWKJmbmOOf4]Metallica[/url] was blaring through her headphones. She had her guitar slung over her back in a black gig bag decorated with keychains and stickers from various hard rock and heavy metal bands, mostly her favorites. In her other hand was her Marshall amplifier, really all she needed. Room 212, that was where her dorm was. It felt a bit nicer being on the second floor, such a nice view of the school grounds and whatnot, but Tohru could care less for that. For now, she just wanted to get to her room, lock the door and plug in her guitar. The headmistress sighed hearing Tohru's music screaming behind her. She wondered how the girl wasn't deaf by now. Oh well, she guessed some people, like her daughter, were used to that. As they strolled down the hallway, a few of the second years greeted the headmistress with smiles aplenty. The headmistress smiled back giggling to herself. Kagome always loved the first day of school. So many new faces and so many familiar. She just wished her daughter would think the same. Twas no doubt in her mind the first year was hard on Tohru. She just couldn't fit in with the rest, but they couldn't relate to her, what Kagome saw in that poor girl's eyes the day Tohru snatched her purse. She was tired, hungry...and lonely. It tore the woman's heart out to see so much pain in those blue eyes. She had to do something about it, but as rebellious as teens can be, Tohru and her continue to buck heads. The girl is just too damn stubborn. Reminded Kagome alot of herself. [color=a187be]"Ah, here we are~!"[/color] Serizawa chimed opening the door. [color=a187be]"Home sweet home~!"[/color] Tohru shuffled inside. The room was...well...dull. It was your typical dorm room, blank white walls, two beds, a desk, some shelves and dressers. The room was clean and even smelled nice, but then again, her mother worked tirelessly to make sure everything was ship shape for the first day, always wanting to make a good impression. [color=a187be]"I'll be back later, sweetie. Why don't you go ahead and get settled in, okay?"[/color] Tohru said nothing back. She just flopped down on one of the beds staring blankly at the ceiling before grabbing her guitar, quietly strumming a few chords. The headmistress sighed, [color=a187be]"Tohru... Just try to have a good day today, okay honey? Trust me, this year will be so much better than your last."[/color] [color=00aeef]"If you say so..."[/color] Tohru muttered not even looking in the direction of her mother. Kagome huffed, about to leave shutting the door behind her. [color=00aeef]"Mom?"[/color] She heard Tohru whisper. It surprised her, no calling her by her first name or [i]old hag[/i]. For once, Tohru called her...mom. [color=a187be]"Yes sweetie? What is it?"[/color] Kagome turned around. That face.... She hated seeing it, hated seeing her daughter's blue eyes nearly to the point of tears, so cold and so broken. [color=00aeef]"I'm...I'm sorry."[/color] Tohru uttered weakly with a sigh. Kagome frowned and sat beside her resting a hand on her shoulder. [color=a187be]"It's okay."[/color] She cooed giving a frail smile. [color=a187be]"I just want you to be happy, Tohru. I know I'm not your real mother, but I'm doing the best I can for you. Please honey, don't be sad. Things will be better this time, I promise."[/color] [color=00aeef]"Okay."[/color] Tohru murmurred. She set her guitar aside and hugged her mother lightly. Kagome smiled warmly wrapping her arms around her daughter and petting her head. She gave her a kiss on the forehead and stood up. [color=a187be]"If you ever need me, Tohru, I'll be in my office."[/color] She said making her way to the door. [color=a187be]"I love you, sweetie. Take care now."[/color] [color=00aeef]"Love you too, mom. Bye."[/color] Kagome closed the door behind her softly. Tohru sighed laying down on her back. She hated school, hated everyone here. Why couldn't her mom see that?