A person walked along the sidewalk, searching for a certain place in particular. They were hidden underneath a black and purple hoodie and walked close to the building walls, as if not wanting to be seen. The sun was out, and the weather nice, but for all they cared, it could have been raining, in fact, that would have been better. Their head snapped up at the sound of a motor, then a bright pink limo flashed beside them, and almost hit some guy who was stupid enough to stand in the middle of the street. The limo stopped and the guy yelled at the limo like it was their fault that he almost got hit.

The hooded person smirked, wishing the guy had actually been hit, one less dumbass to give people headaches, but with him not dead, one more dumbass to be entertained by. They stopped and hid in a corner alley to watch the most entertaining thing nearby.

The guy that had almost been hit had black hair, bright blue eyes, and then strangely pointed ears. The hooded figure didn't really care what the idiot looked like, they just wanted to what would happen to the loser who had been standing in front of some rich person's pink limo. The door to the pink limo opened up, stopping the other guy in the middle of his rant. Just close enough to hear, the hooded figure listened.

"Well well well, I see the sun's out." A guy wearing the most ridiculous outfit the hooded figure had seen in awhile, now in a theme of white, pink, and purple! They couldn't help but snicker.

"It's a glorious day for new beginnings, wouldn't you say." The clown continued. The hooded figure scoffed, new beginnings always cost something. The clown smiled at the idiot guy, one eye closed, but the guy didn't return it.

The hooded figure blinked, the idiot was carrying something in a long, red bag. A sword, what else could it be. He was also carrying a duffle bag.

"You gotta freaky car, and if you want me to get in, tell me where you're taking me first!" The guy shouted. Interesting, what would a guy like that have to do with some rich clown? And where would they be going together? They could definitely agree with the first statement though, who drives a pink limo?

"True Cross Academy, duh" The clown answer like it was obvious. Ok....? A Rich kid school. Was that dumbass the fuckin' rich clown's nephew or something. By the confused look on the guy's face, he wasn't.

"To True Cross Academy?" The idiot asked.

"Indeed. You see, I'm the director of True Cross Academy. That's the official title anyway." The clown stated, and the hooded figure blinked in surprise. That clown owned a rich/smart kid school? Geez, they hadn't been expecting that.

"Huh?" The idiot responds the most intelligent response.

"Eloquently said, starting today, you are now a full-time student at our prestigious institution." The rich clown said. With that vocabulary, the hooded figure wasn't' even sure that idiot understood what he had said, let alone survive at a rich kid school like True Cross, even if that clown was the director.

Coming from the opposite direction that the hooded figure was hiding, another guy walked out. He had similar bright blue eyes, though his had more of a green tint to them. His hair was a dark brown and had a pair of rectangular glasses. On his face was three moles, he also carried a duffle bag. He wore a tidy school uniform, a rich kid uniform. He gave the other guy a closed eye smile as he approached, no doubt a fake one, but the guy didn't seem to notice.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm so glad this worked out. This way you and I can stay together." The new guy said. If this guy was going to True Cross too, he most likely had a scholarship of some sort.

"Yukio." The idiot stated.

"Thank you for helping us out, Mr. Faust." Glasses, Yukio, thanked.

The hooded person narrowed their eyes. He seemed familiar.

The idiot and Clown exchanged quiet whispers that the hooded figure couldn't overhear, at the end, another confused look pass over Idiot's face.

"Abante gentlemen! True Cross Academy awaits!" The clown exclaimed with sudden enthusiasm, whirling around to face the hooded figure's direction. They pressed himself closer to the brick wall to hopefully not be seen. The idiot let out a sigh, while Yukio was indifferent.

The two boys and the rich clown climbed into the pink limo and they drove off, leaving the hooded figure there alone. Letting out a sigh, they reached into the pocket of their hoodie and pulled out a paper. True Cross Academy, huh. They looked down on the paper before them, a scholarship to none other than True Cross Academy's special school. They had been going to simply burn the thing, but after that, and with nothing better to do, might as well get away to a sheltered place, to sit back, stalk a bit, and learn new things.

Afterall, it's not every day you see an idiot kid with a sword going to a big school like True Cross being enrolled by none other than the school's director. Things would definitely get more interesting. Shoving the letter back in their hoodie pockets, they walked off to catch the next train to True Cross Town. Best not be late on the first day of school.