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Caught In The Crossfire (Cadrac x sakuradoll)

Cadrac

Planetoid
Joined
Nov 11, 2009
"Archie, you're breakfast is getting cold!" his mother called up the stairs. He couldn't believe he'd been so stupid as to forget to change the time on his alarm clock to account for the change in time zones. His parent's superiors had been wanting to relocate them, and his graduating from junior high had been the perfect opportunity for them to move. But first his father had taken forever scouting out a good house in a good neighborhood that had a good church and was near a good high school. Then his mother, who tended to hoard everything "in case it might come in useful some day" had taken even longer sorting the household into three categories--move immediately, put into storage until after we're settled in, and the category she agonized over each item that got put in it, things that will be sold, given away, donated to charity, left on the front lawn with a sign that says free, or just plain tossed in the trash.

Archie's mother was very big into the whole Reduce-Reuse-Recycle mantra. She never bought specially made tupperware, gladware, or other such containers. She just saved all the "perfectly good" containers food already came in and reused those. So while other kid's lunches were packed in special lunchboxes with matching containers, Archie might be eating soup out of an old cottage cheese container, spaghetti from a Cool Whip bowl, and milk from a rinsed out soda bottle. And he'd be expected to rinse all those out when he was done eating and bring them home with him. Not that he terribly minded. True, when he was in grade school, still learning how to fit in while hiding his true nature, anything that caused him to seem different embarrassed him. But he'd matured beyond that stage and understood that his mother was just doing her own small part to save the planet from overconsumption. It was a losing battle, but that had never stopped his family.

"Coming, Mother!" he called back down the stairs in a slight stretching of the truth. He'd finally found the box she had packed his school clothes in and gotten dressed. (It had quite logically been labeled "Training Materials". Some days he despaired of ever understanding how his mother's mind was organized.) However, he still needed to put on his shoes and comb his hair. At least this new school, while still a private school, wasn't a catholic school like his elementary and junior high schools had been, and it didn't have a uniform. He could finally express some individual style in his clothing choices. (Once he actually got to choose clothing, that is. His current outfit had been purchased by his mother, along with several similar variations--a white button down oxford broadcloth shirt and dark grey chinos. At least she wasn't making him wear a tie.)

Finishing his preparations, he descended the stairs two at a time, his backpack slung over his shoulder, and slid into the kitchen just as his mother was heading for the doorway to call him again. "There you are, Archie. It's about time you got down here. If you don't hurry up and eat your breakfast, you'll be late for school."

Grabbing a piece of the buttered toast from his plate as he packed the various containers which held his mystery lunch--being opaque, he never knew what he'd be eating til he opened them--into his backpack. "No time for breakfast, mother. I'll grab something at school."

"I didn't cook you breakfast so you could waste it, young man. There are starving families who'd offer prayers of thanksgiving to be able to split your breakfast amongst them as their only meal of the day." Shaking a spatula at him, she ordered, "You sit right down and eat your entire breakfast."

"But, Mother," he protested, "I'll be late for my first day at my new school. Do you want me to call attention to myself making a bad impression?"

"You should have thought of that before you overslept an entire hour."

He didn't bother replying, for every moment he spent arguing with her was another moment slipping passed without him already being on his way to school. He shovelled in his breakfast with all the speed a teenage boy could muster when it came to consuming food, and a short time later he was standing up as he drained the last of his milk. "Delicious as usual, Mother. But I really must be going. It's a good thing I already scouted out some time saving shortcuts I could take on my bike or I wouldn't even have a chance of getting there on time." Racing for the door to the garage, he called back over his shoulder, "Love you, see you after school!" and then was outside grabbing his bike.

He cycled competitively, so his bike was fast and light. He quickly put on his clips to keep his pants from catching in the chain and sped off for school. The route he took would have mystified any adult who could have kept track of him, but any kid his age who'd played certain video games would have merely approved his daring choices and envied him the points he was racking up. Of course since he was doing it in real life rather than a video game, the only thing he was earning was potentially being on time. He got to school with only a few minutes before the final bell. He really regretted the time it took to secure his bike, but it was over a thousand dollar machine. He'd never hear the end of it from his parents if he let it get stolen through gross negligence.

Dashing down the corridor, he called upon his track skills. He'd excelled as a sprinter, and the halls were virtually empty, telling him he was on the razor's edge of being late. Thank goodness he'd had the foresight to memorize the map of the school, so he knew exactly the shortest route to get to his homeroom. As he ran up to the door, it was almost as if he could feel the last bell buzzing in preparation to begin ringing. Reaching out he breathed a sigh of relief, he was going to make it. Then the strangest thing happened. In his relief he had glanced briefly away from the door handle to look at the watch on his reaching hand, so he didn't see another hand also reaching, and rather than taking a hold of the door knob, he instead ended up with a firm grip of that other hand.

It was like the last bell was ringing inside his head as lightning bolts flared throughout his body, arcing up from his hand, along his arm to then spread to all extremities. At first he could only stare at the hand, a pretty feminine hand. Then he eventually gained control of his reason to move his gaze up from the hand along the arm it was attached to until her reached a shoulder and from there a neck head and face. Unfortunately that allowed him to discover her eyes, and he was once again lost, this time in her twin colored orbs. Peacefully gazing deeply into the windows of her soul.
 
Sira had moved to town a month ago. Sira was having trouble adjusting to living in her own town. She’d revealed their secret on more than one occasion and her parents and their associates didn’t like that they kept having to alter memories so they’d forget what they’d seen. She knew she was different but she’d get emotional; angry, or upset she wasn’t fully in control.

The leaders of their sect thinking it was best for the young girl to be sent away to a private school where she’d be surrounded by her kind, and taught to control herself. It was hard for her in the beginning but with strict hard work she learned to control her self and about their culture and ways. But she’d graduated and was now ready to move onto high school. A home was found for their family and within the month they were moved in.

Her parents had been prepping her for her first day of school all week. They took some comfort in the fact that she would be going to the same school as Renshin, he was a cousin of hers they’d known one another for as long as she can remember. She’s relieved to have someone she knows in the school with her.


The day she’d be attending the school for humans had come; it was a bright Wednesday morning, and Sira woke up to the sound of her mothers shrill yell. Sighing groggily she sat up slowly stretching her arms and rubbing her eyes trying to rub away the tiredness looking around her room still not used to her new room. Her eyes coming to the wooden chair in front of her computer which she’d laid out the clothes she’d wear on her first day, thinking it’d be one less thing to worry about. “I’ll be down after I’m dressed!“ She called to her mother running a hand through her long unruly strawberry waves getting to her feet she made her way into the shower.

Turning on the water to her shower she let it warm up a few minutes before stepping in shivering as it ran over her body still a little chilly. After 20 minutes she was fully awake and feeling fresh and ready for the day. Stepping out she wrapped herself in a plush towel making her way the short distance to her bedroom drying off her hair before getting dressed pulling on her shirt flared dark red skirt and a white tee, and a heavy cropped red hoodie over that after pulling up a pair of black thigh high socks she looked herself over in the mirror as she pulled her long hair into a loose ponytail she grabbed her towel before making her way from her way from her room heading down the long hallway dropping the damp towel in her hamper before making her way down the stairs.

Her mother greeted her with a smile offering her a glass of juice which she took. Walking further into the kitchen she saw, Renshin and her little brother waiting for her. “What are you doing here?” She asked surprised to see the older boy as he ate some bacon her mom made. “Silly, I’m taking you to school.” He said matter-of-factly. She sighed taking a bagel from the table plopping in her seat. “Mother… I can manage to get to school without an escort. I won’t mess up.” She said with a sigh taking a bite, hearing the woman growl in agitation. “Sira! You will do as your told for once.” The woman scolded in a threatening tone.

Sira pouted for a moment before she was about to speak. Renshin spoke up loudly about how good the bacon distracting her mother for a moment before he jumped to his feet moving to Sira’s side, grabbing her arm and her bag hurrying from the kitchen once out of her mothers sight he slowed walking towards the car. “Ren!” She growled a moment before taking a deep breath calming herself down. “We’re going to be late as it is. I didn’t think arguing with your mom and being late would make you in a very good mood.” He stated coolly as he let go of her arm moving to his side of the car, after she got in he started it up and they were off.

It took them 20 minutes to arrive at the school, walking into the office she heard a bell ring feeling. The woman behind the desk gave her a strange look. “I’m new. Lucian, Sira.” She announced the woman nodded slowly pushing in the name and seeing she was in order, “Do you need a copy of your schedule?” She asked the young teen nodded fidgeting with her shirt as she waited for the woman feeling a ringing in her head that seemed to travel through her body. “Here you go” The woman said as she handed her the piece of paper, Sira nodded before running out of the room making her way towards her homeroom.

As she made her way down the hall she noticed there were still some students out in the hall chatting seeming to not care they were late. She shook her head knowing at her old school if you were late you better have a good reason. She saw her classroom door at the end of the hallway hurrying quickly to avoid being tardy feeling the ringing in her mind. She was distracted a brief moment buy the feeling reverberating through her head as she’d grabbed for the handle to the thick wooden door, but her hand tingled getting her attention seeing a hand had grabbed hers in a firm grip.

The reverberating ring that had been in the background of her mind was suddenly loud and intense She found herself staring at the hand a moment too long shaking her head her eyes traveled up his body till she was looking at his face seeing his delicate yet strong features she was soon captured by his eyes. The dark blue orbs were staring back at her; she felt like she was being drawn into them, lost in their depths. She tried to speak, object, apologize anything but for the moment at least her voice failed her simply staring into the strangers beautiful eyes.


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True name- Venasieera Okiyama
Human Name-Sira Lucian
Demon
14-16
Long pale strawberry hair worn down with 2 loose braids by her ears
2 colored eyes Blue and honey brown
Light cocoa skin, with a mark on her right shoulder and hip
Sira is a nice girl friendly and open to few, she’s awkward around normal people her parents instilling a fear in her since she was young. She’s pretty lonely afraid to make friends with other kids she keeps to herself.

Sira is not your average girl. Born 14 years ago she was born to a family of purebred demons who live on earth. She didn’t know that she was so much different than other kids till she was 5. She’d slept over a neighbors, after bugging her parents for weeks. They’d told her about their family, but in the beginning didn’t tell her not everyone was like her. So that night at her neighbors she’d let her true self out and frightened them.

Her parents scolded her then used a power on the people so they’d forget what happened and from that day on they reinforced in their daughter that she’s only to make friends with others like her. No humans and definitely no angels. And she’d obeyed. Her whole life she’d gone to a private school. But due to fighting she was kicked out when she was just starting high school.

To others she seems a little weird she tries to avoid her classmates often separating herself from them whenever possible still remembering how her neighbors reacted to her. For the most part she’s a loner.

But she’s a sweet girl, relatively friendly; active she loves soccer, and basketball. She even tried cheer leading for a season wanting to fit in a little more but the moment her parents found out they shot it down.

Her parents are pretty controlling of some aspects of her life, especially who she hangs around. They’ve even set up who she’ll end up marrying and mating with. A childhood acquaintance of hers. He’s a few years older. He’s been in love with her his whole life but she doesn’t even yet know she’ll wed him.
 
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