#uruhaia

Jinki stood on the corner of a quiet street in Japan, he smiled to himself he was excited. He made sure to stay covered in the shadows of the trees the bright sunlight annoying the creature of the underworld.

The shigofumi had began staying up longer on earth in between delivering letters. He had met a cutie named Uruha and they became fast friends. He wrote a letting to Uruha that he was going be in Japan again very soon and he wanted to meet up. Jinki couldn’t make many friends but when he did he stuck close to them. So when the other agreed to hangout the Shigofumi became giddy. He was happy to have met the snow elf.

The music coming from within the dark woods that shielded part of the academy grounds from the outside world was echoing through the hallways of the dormitories. No one could escape the fact that the carnival had arrived and was not going to leave for a while; the traveling bunch of creatures seemed to like the academy and all the people that it brought to their attractions and stands. The elf had enjoyed the carnival with his child and then wandered around a little aimlessly as he had bought an apple and taken a ride in the roller coaster but something was missing.

That something was what he was going to get right now. He was dressed casually, the usual robes of his profession were left home to make place for an outfit more modern. Dark, denim, pants that hugged his legs and showed enough skin when he lifted his arms so his white wife beater would creep up a little bit. The faint blue tattoo’s visible and faintly glowing by the time the elf knocked on the door of the grumpy warlock, only glowing with a little more passion by the time the door opened and Key stepped in and announced that they were going out.

“I will buy you food and drinks at the grounds if you come with me to the carnival. It will be like Egypt but with more glazed apples and less pyramids.” He announced, a little giddy because he deserved a good time too. Uruha was the only one that he considered to be a somewhat equal partner in crime on this Elvenforsaken academy. 

Kibum had seen the announcement of a new potions and magic professor earlier that day and his cold heart had stopped for a moment. It had been true; the dark creature had returned to the academy and the elf had not been this happy in a long time. It was not like he had been sitting alone all the time, he had amused himself with others. Bothered the theater teacher, struck a deal with the eight-legged member of staff, adopted two children, killed a village, became grandfather again... 

Yet he had been alone in a different way, all the creatures and crawlers that attended the academy were inferior to him, except for the headmaster and he did not respect them in a way that he did, let’s say, a demon lord. None had the capacity to communicate with him on an equal level nor were they people Kibum felt safe with. 

There had been only one entity that he had felt an equal relationship towards, one he had never really gotten but enjoyed the chase. Someone who was magically skilled and just the right amount of arrogant to tease Kibum and beautiful like the night sky itself. 

When the elf had received a present that oozed a magical aura familiar enough to make him wonder he had kept an eye on the announcements; only to be right (as he often was) and thus the day Kouyou returned Kibum went over to the assigned dorm room and knocked on the door. Lilac eyes focused and seemingly emotionless as he stared the other in the eyes.

“And so, the dark prodigy returns to save this dreadful academy from the incompetence of our colleagues.” 

Fred was surprised at the firm and rather direct words from his fellow faculty, he had met nothing but absolutely friendly students so far and in fact they all seemed willing and ready for his classes instead of requiring discipline.

“I’ll teach my way, you teach yours” he politely brushed off the advice not thinking he would have to use it. He was capable of disciplining his students his way, he wouldn’t have to keep them ‘well’ disciplined like some kind of dictator.