A/N: from here on out, I'll be referring Quirra as a HE instead of SHE cuz I think it would make more sense since she's inhabiting a boy's body. I would still call her Quirra tho not unless it's on a different POV. The only thing I'd be changing is the pronoun I'm going to adress her as. ^^;
okay, on to the story ~~
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Bailey took Krystian's hand and lead him out the woods and went back on the pavement towards the canteen, where they shared their late afternoon meal.
Afterwards, Bailey took him back to their dormitory's courtyard and left Krystian in his place.
B: "I have something to attend to at the moment." he told him. "If you're feeling tired, take some rest. If you want to meet the other disciples you're free to do so as well. Just watch out for yourself, okay?"
"Alright." Quirra said as he smiled brightly at Bailey. "When will I see you again?"
B: "I'll come get you this evening for dinner."
Q: "Okay then. Take care!"
B: "Thanks. See you!"
Quirra stood by the door and watched until Bailey walked out of sight. He leaned against the door frame for a while before deciding to go out and around the courtyard to spend time with his fellow direct disciples of the Headmaster.
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Quirra lost track of time when he bonded with his senior disciples. By the time Bailey found Krystian, the young lad was surrounded by all eight of the remaining disciples, and they were all laughing and clearly having fun playing a card game that Quirra taught the eight disciples when he approached them.
Although Bailey was indeed happy to see Krystian getting along well with the rest, he still couldn't help himself feeling jealous of the bees and butterflies Krystian attracted to himself.
Bailey decided right then, to pay more attention to Krystian. Just in case the bees and butterflies he attracted would mean him any harm, or worse, take his Krystian away from him.
"Krystian" Bailey called in a hard voice. He had a frown on him. Bailey had been standing behind Krystian for 10 minutes now and the guy still hadn't noticed him. The feeling of being ignored and forgotten didn't sit well with him.
"Bailey!" Quirra exclaimed in surprise, while he put his cards down and dusted himself as he slowly stood up. "Sorry everyone, I have to go now. We'll play again another time when you all are free." he told his fellow disciples with a bright smile.
Krystian left the group without even listening to their responses. The moment he saw Bailey's sour face he knew he had to make it up with Bailey.
So as they walked, Quirra hanged on to Bailey's arm and stuck close to him like glue. He smiled brightly towards Bailey as they talked while walking towards the canteen for their dinner time.
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"Sit here. I'll go get us some food." Bailey said as he pushed Krystian down onto the seat before leaving towards the counter. Quirra just smiled at Bailey then looked around him.
There were 100 student disciples sitting down and enjoying thei food, while a stream more of them were waiting in line to get their dinner.
Quirra reviewed Krystian's memories and realized that where he sat was the table reserved for Headmaster Coolio's direct disciples. Anyone else apart from them, who sits here would be punished.
What Quirra didn't realize was that, there were many people who kept looking his way and they would whisper at their neighboring seats.
It wasn't until a shadow fell on Quirra's side did he realize that there was someone standing beside him. Or rather, some people, since when he look up he saw a group of people hovering on his side.
"You can't sit here." A boyish voice said. Quirra turned to the owner of the voice and the moment he saw who it was, he immediately recognized the boy.
It was no other than Headmaster Coolio's son, Mikhael.
Mikhael had the same haircut and same build as him, the only difference was their eyes. Mikhael's was an ocean blue while Krystian's was moss green, and Krystian was slightly taller than Mikhael's. As for their looks, while Krystian had an androgynous face, Mikhael's was plain and angular.
"Can I help you?" Krystian asked as he looked up innocently at him.
"I said, you can't sit here." Mikhael growled out loud as one of his lackeys behind him snickered.
K: "Why can't I sit here?"
M: "You might not know but, this table is reserved."
K: "Reserved?"
M: "Yes, reserved. But seeing that you're new here, I'll let you off for today. But if I see you sit here again, I'll make sure you regret disobeying me."
K: "I don't understand. How is this table reserved?" he asked as he shrunk back from Mikhael's threatening figure.
Mikhael's finger pointed at Krystian's forehead, and with each word he spoke he would poke Krystian's forehead.
"This. Table. Is. Reserved. For. My. FATHER's. Direct. Disciples. ONLY." He retracted his finger from Krystian's forehead and went to put his hand on his waist as Mikhael continued speaking; "Scram now. Or I'll break you're bones."
Krystian held his now reddened forehead, and asked; "Who's your father?"
"Who's my father?" Mikhael scoffed in disbelief. "WHO'S MY FATHER!??? Are you freaking kidding me?" he asked in utter surprise. Mikhael then turned to his lackeys and said to them; "This stupid kid just asked me who my father is. I can't believe he doesn't even know this simple fact."
Mikhael's lackeys all laughed at Krystian's 'stupidity' and they all pushed tighter around him, surrounding Krystian with their threatening demeanor.
While an outsider who were watching the whole scene like everybody else in the canteen, whispered to the guy beside him; "This is gonna be good show for dinner."
M: "Who's my father you ask? Well drill this into your head you stupid kid, My father is no other than the most important person here in Moonlight Sect, Headmaster Coolio!!" He announced smugly, in a loud voice. His arms went from crossing on his chest back to putting it on his hip, as he spoke in a threatening voice; "So if I were you, I'd be running away now instead of sitting on this reserved table for my Father's direct disciples. Or if you want, I'll just break your bones for you to remember who I am and who my father is."
"But -- but--" Krystian stuttered as he tried to explain himself.
When all of a sudden...
"Krystian is Headmaster Coolio's direct disciple."
A deep voice sounded behind Mikhael and his bullying group.