The Prince's Arrival

A black car, as dark as the midnight sky, came to a stop in front of the school's gate. One of the back doors slowly opened, and it wasn't long until a boot as black as the car itself stepped onto the hard pavement. The boot's owner continued to make their way out of the automobile, until finally...
"Ladies and gentlemen, your young prince has arrived!"

Oh, it was only Ikuya.

A triumphant smirk, one that said "I'm so awesome", was plastered on that idiotic yet somewhat good-looking face of his. The wind then began to blow, ruffling his clothes and hair as a result. He looked around the area and took in a deep breathe. He could feel it. This was the place his people were at! Literally, there were other Gifteds here, he wasn't the only one. The black car then drove off, but not without a few suitcases being thrown out and into the open...A.K.A, almost hitting Ikuya's delicate physique. Luckily, he was able to dodge in time, but not without glaring at the car getting farther and farther away from him. Damn you, mother! Always trying to kill me or ruin my blessed features! In fact, she didn't even let him close the door...

Ikuya quickly cleared his throat before facing the school in front of him, his hands on his hips. It was quite a sight. The grass was kept neatly cut and as green as ever, there were no traces of trash anywhere, and a nice number of students were scattered around the place. Perfect.

"Come, peasants! Meet your youthful ruler! I'll even give out free autographs!"

Ikuya hadn't been the only new arrival. in fact the young girl that had arrival not long before him was standing off to the side. Well, young girl wasn't a proper term if you compared her to Ikuya; they were both the same age. The girl, Anahira, was glancing around nervousness as if trying to spot someone, when Ikuya's sudden cry of people to flock to him startled her, causing her to let go of her suitcase's handle, causing it to drop to the ground with a small thunk.

Her yellow eyes flickered to the boy, trying to fix the pink coat she was wearing like a cape, which had risen a bit when she had been startled by his proclaim. Once she was happy with how her cape rested; although it still notably rose on her back, she decided to see what was going on with this boy, deciding her wait to try to find that somebody; in truth her sister, could wait.

She leaned down and picked back up her suitcase's handle, before she rolled it behind her as she headed toward the boy. She titled his head as she came to a stop not far from him, letting some of her silver hair fall across her face as she stared at him. "Hello?" she said with a soft, but sweet voice as she smiled faintly. She pause, before sighing softly. "May I ask why we are nothing more than...peasants while you are our 'youthful' ruler."

Dylan had been walking past the entrance when he heard something along the lines of meet your king and autographs. He guessed that another person had just arrived at Beata Academy and that he or she was a loon. Dylan walked up to a blonde boy and a girl with silver hair, thinking all the way," If I get attacked by a psychopath I am done meeting new students." 

The pair were obviously new by the sight of their suitcases. Judging how the guy was sticking his chest he decided that he had called himself a king. Deciding to play a long, he kneeled and said" We have been expecting you my lord."

A thunk, despite how small it may have been, managed to catch his attention, and he looked in the direction that the sound came from. In Ikuya's sights was a silver-haired girl...apparently one who dared to question his royalty.
"That is no way to speak to your future king!" he quickly stated with furrowed eyebrows, "You must address me properly! Not with a simple 'hello.'" He refused to answer her question until he was spoken to with the necessary level of respect. The highest level of respect. However, even though it looked like he was making a fool of himself, with trying to make it seem like he was a prince, this was all merely an act. Yes, an act. Ikuya specialized in acting, he even dubbed himself as a professional. So, once another student walked up to him and the silver-haired girl before going along with the act, he knew exactly what to do.

"That's more like it..." Ikuya mumbled with a curt nod of approval, "Excellent! I assume you have also prepared my sleeping quarters? And notified the others of my arrival? ...And where is my lemon and lime soda?!" Okay, he knew real princes didn't ask for soda. He was just getting really thirsty.

(Sorry for the late post, I was drowned with school assignments ^_^')

There was a soft sigh from Anahira, but did she have much a choice? It seemed the only way to get though this person's thick skull would be to go along with him, so she let the handle of her suitcase go before she bowed; a hand on her chest but her eyes flickered, clearly not happy with this. "I'm...Sorry, my...lord. The way I reacted was not just kind nor just. I hope that you will forgive me."

However, as she bowed; she had not been paying attention to her 'cloak'. One side of her coat had risen when she had bowed, before it had fallen off, revealing a bat wing sticking from her back. The thin, leathery wing was pure black, but wasn't very big. If it was stretched out toward her hand, to full length it would almost reach her elbow. However, as she stood up from her bow, she realized that her cloak had shifted, and glanced at her back with a panicked look.

She stared at the uncovered wings, before she gritted her teeth and reached up her cloak before she slowly started to take it off; figuring there was no reason to try to cover her wing again, they two of the boys she was near had to have seen them by now. As she took off the coat and dropped it onto her suitcase, it revealed another pure black bat wing.

Dylan was a bit shocked by the wings, but after being at Beata Academy for a while things like that were not that surprising. At least there was no need to guess her power. Dylan turned his attention back to the "young prince" before him. " I am sorry sir. I have prepared your quarters and told others. However, I do not have the lemon and lime soda. One last thing, you must sleep in the same rooms as peasants." He said as he bowed.

   As he bowed he glanced over at the silver haired girl."She must think that the two of us are crazy. Maybe we are pulling this off so well that she believes that he is loyalty." He thought. Thinking it would be a nice way to wrap it up, Dylan pulled a piece of paper and a pen from his bag and said," My lord, if you don't mind, may I have an autograph."

Once he saw the girl bow, a grin immediately found its way to Ikuya's face. Either she was able to see through him and realize he was only pretending...or, she actually thought he was a prince. This was simply incredible, for Ikuya at least. Though, he adopted of look of sheer surprise the moment he saw wings, wings, attached to the girl's back. Despite how bizarre that was, he guessed it was to be expected. This was a school for Gifteds after all.

"Well, you may consider yourself forgiven~" he replied smoothly, trying his best to ignore the giant bat wings. Ikuya then tilted his head to face the boy who was also bowing. This whole thing was just awesome, plain and simple.
"I suppose that would be acceptable...as long as I get the comfiest bed." he said with a small smirk. He gladly took the pen and paper he was given, and wasted no time in scribbling down his name with unexpectedly neat handwriting.

"Here you are my good man!" Ikuya exclaimed as he handed back the paper. Afterwards, he stayed silent for a few moments before a slight chuckle escaped from him. Next was a snicker, and finally that turned into a full blown laugh. He proceeded to clap for a bit before wiping away a single tear that managed to reach his eye. "Nice job you guys. I never expected anyone here to actually do that with me! You've earned my respect." Of course, Ikuya was only assuming the both of them knew about his acting. Well, he knew the boy did...

Anahira had said nothing, feeling a bit to shy now that her wings were uncovered. While she did not distaste her gift, it was their appearance she was not fond of. Bat wings...What would people who did know how about Gifts think of her? Most likely a demon. However, her eyes flickered up back to blonde-headed when he started to...Laugh? She was unsure what he was laughing at, but blinked as he spoke and acting like the prince thing was nothing more of an act...And so she realized it was.

Ah, so he wasn't so thick-headed as she had thought. But the fact she had thought he was caused a grin to flash across her face as her wings folded, lying close to her back. She started to clap, giggling slightly. "Ah, good show! Quite an actor you are, aren't you? I might of thought you really thought of yourself as a prince. I simply went along because I saw no other choice but I do admit it was quite fun. I myself has never acted before," she said as she picked up the pink coat she had thrown onto the suitcase, before pausing to wrap it around her waist.

She cleared her throat, before glancing at the two boys next to her. Well, now that the fun little...Game, was over. She figured they could get to know each other truly; after all, she and the 'actor' was new, she could tell from the suitcases he had, but the other boy. He had to have been here for a while. "Well...We don't know each others name so..." She paused to glance at the boy who now was holding an autograph. "Well, you might at least know his name now. You should frame that you know; I'm sure it will go for a lot of money one day," she teased softly. "Anyways, my name is Anahira! It is wonderful to meet you guys..." she drifted off slightly, wondering if she could ask if the brown-haired boy, the one who had clearly been here for a while, if he knew her sister or at least knew where she could try to find her. She wanted to see her so badly...

After Dylan had finally stopped laughing, he looked at the autograph in his hand and said," Yeah I guess I'll keep it. My name is Dylan by the way." Dylan glanced at the girl's wings again. Had he seen wings like that before? He thought he had, just that the wings he had seen before were white. He read the autograph again and said," So, Ikuya what is your gift? Besides acting of course."

A purple-haired girl trotted over to the group, her bright blue eyes twinkling. Her black dress was dragging and her purple high heels were hurting her, but she didn't care. Blinking, she smiled at the teenagers. "Hello, I'm Spectra Marie Evermoore. How are you?" she greeted them.

Ikuya released a small chuckle at the girl's comment. If his autograph actually became valuable, then he'd have to throw some kind of party...and shove it in his mother's pessimistic face! Hah!
"It's nice to meet you as well, Anahira...hm, that's a nice name," he said with a tiny grin before giving his attention to Dylan, "I like your name too, way better than mine!" Once he finished speaking, he was apparently questioned about his gift, a moment he had been waiting for...kind of. "I don't know, acting is pretty much my forte...but, I am able to manipulate wind."

Of course, he still wasn't aware of how rare elements were, so he definitely found other talents more interesting than his. "What about you? What's your gift?"
Only a few seconds after his question did another student appear, this one having purple hair...purple hair...he had never seen that before. Ikuya's eyes slightly widened once he saw the new arrival, but he was quick to shake it off.
"The name's Ikuya M. Kagome, and I'm doing absolutely great! Pleasure to meet you!" he greeted Spectra with an award winning "Ikuya Smile"! One of the best smiles around!

Manipulate...Wind? There was a small frown that appeared on Anahira's face, with a bit of jealousy. How she wished she could have a power like that; a power that didn't clearly make her an outcast...Her wings opened slightly as she turned her gaze away slightly. It wasn't like anybody would be asking her what her gift was; it was clear, wasn't it? Then she noticed the other girl.

She had never seen that girl before; then again Anahira had just arrived at Beata. She blinked slightly. Spectra? What an odd name, she had never heard of anybody named that but she did suppose Anahira could be as strange as a name also. "Its...Nice to meet you," she said as her wings shifted, acting like they were not sure if they wanted to be open or closed; acting upon Anahira's nervousness. "My name is Anahira. Anahira Couture."

Dylan couldn't believe it. A wind manipulator! Invokers of the basic elements were rare." My power is that I can rearrange matter into different shapes ad long as it retains the same mass." Dylan said. As an example, Dylan pulled out one of his metal surikan and started shifting it into different things. First a dog, then a cat, then a monkey, etc. Every creation weighted exactly one pound.

Spectra smiled. "So, how long have you been at Beata?" she asked curiously, tilting her head and causing the purple hair to slip gently out of her blue eyes. She briefly glanced over at two other students upon hearing one girl's name. "Hello, Anahira! Nice to meet you! And, um...." You could practically see wheels spinning inside of her head because she was trying to find his name.