The first times, always kinda scary ( Niki )

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Roderich glanced down at the pink detention slip he held so gingerly in his slim hands. Why did he get it for something so trivial as failing to complete a small homework assignment? It was absolutely absurd, stupid even, he was going to finish it, he swore on it. It wasn't his fault the piece he was currently composing was so compelling and rich! Sure it could wait, but he couldn't leave it unfinished for too long like he did his last piece. Which had been left alone for more than a few days, and in Roderich's mind that was more than long enough.

Glancing up at the door to the detention room, Roderich looked around, maybe for a way out. But his actions were pointless as a door opened and the teacher greeted him with a half hearted smile.

Roderich made his way inside and looked around, spotting only a few people today, it being Friday maybe. He took a seat towards the front, avoiding the couple strangers in the back. He slowly took out his papers to finish them for once, his mind wandering back to the symphony he was creating.

The clock was slowly ticking, slowly, and it seemed as time might be starting to stand still. He hoped it wasn't some student with that power, oh he so hoped it wasn't.

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[okko]

Nikita stared at the pink slip in his hands. This... was a complete and utter disgrace. Not only had he lost control of himself, but he had received detention as well. He never received a detention in his life. He did not even deserve this humiliation. He didn't even remembered slashing the other's chest... that strange ability he had: Feline Mimicry. Nikita wished he never possessed it; there was no use for an ability that he could not control. Not to mention it made him feel quite powerless; going out of control like that and not remembering even a single thing. Perhaps it was all his fault. He should have been able to keep a stronger hold on his emotions, even when one dared to risk their life by insulting his family when he was around. That brainless fool, he wished to have ripped his/her heart out. He was appalled that he couldn't even remember the other's gender but thinking about it again, he couldn't care less for the offender's gender.

Well, he would take his punishment proudly. There was no need to being more shame to his family. If he received the detention, he would not complain nor whine about it. He let go of the pink slip in his hand, it floating in the air. "Let us go to the detention hall, da?" he spoke to the card. The pink slip gave a small flutter as if agreeing. With that, he started off for the detention hall.

He walked until his eyes spotted the nameplate reading 'DETENTION' in bold, apparent letters. He resisted the urge to slam his fist against the nameplate that was clearly mocking him. With a sigh, he opened the door and immediately took a step back, the pink slip in the air fluttering wildly. Negation. He frowned, straightening himself. This room contained Power Negation. He couldn't use his powers here. Well, it didn't surprise him that the detention hall would possess this. Still, he didn't enjoy it. He enjoyed his ability of Card Manipulation, it was a method of protection for him.

Clicking his tongue, he snatched the fluttering pink slip out of the air before entering the detention hall. He felt the drain of Power Negation; it went through him like a cold chill. He could barely suppress a shiver. Placing the slip on the desk of the teacher, he tried to steady himself. He knew that he was skilled with knives but the mere fact of having his main ability locked had him on edge. He felt... vulnerable. Weak. He forced himself to calm and took a seat towards the front, near the door, as if he could get a bit of his ability unlocked by staying near the door. He didn't know how long he had to stay in this horrible room. He wanted out of here... and fast. His heart beat loudly in his ears, his nerves high-strung. He have never felt this vulnerable and his fingers tapped against the wooden table as if he was high on sugar. He didn't even realize that he was sitting next to someone, even though his eyes were flickering around him in a rapid manner. He was definitely giving off an image of being sugar-high, an image Nikita himself had berated. He would be so ashamed once he felt the detention hall.

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The clock slowly ticked in Roderich's mind, like someone punching him at every tick. He wondered if the people who made those particular school clocks had, annoying the students, in mind? Ah, never the less, all this silence the random noises, and the ticking were getting too him. His mind wandered back and forth from his sonata and this room. Such a big room... Such a small room! He looked around his paranoia getting the better of him, he just wished for some sort of sound, something more than this. A teacher talking, some music, kids chatting... But no, there was none.

He also had not noticed the other boy that sat beside him, almost figiting uncontrollably. This boy, he had seen him somewhere, somewhere particular. OR he resembled someone he knew or met. OR he was in one of his classes. What is was, Roderich couldnt pinpoint it. It nearly made him yell out in anger. And why would want to know who this boy was?

He glanced over and looked closer, mumbling something that may or may not have been heard by the other. "He resembles, that crazy girl..." He looked back at his book and thought about the girl he had seen around the place, long blond hair, bow, crazy look in her eyes. Someone that he would never start a fight with, stay away from at all costs. Well he wouldnt mind talking to her if she was something from her appearance. He sighed, realizing he had maybe spoken out loud. Why did he do that?

[okko]

Nikita forced himself to calm. If he was this high-strung, it would be a lot more easier for his hidden power to take rampage. He always succumbed easier to his dormant ability when he wasn't calm. Having his mind on edge made it so much easier so him to just snap and go off into a rampage. He let out a small breath in order to get his mind back to order. His fingers slowly stopped its incessant drumming on the wooden table. His high-strung state strayed at the edges of his mind, ready to take over whenever it wished. It mocked him, it proved that he was still weak and would forever be weak.

He pushed the nervous and high-strung state to the far edges of his mind as far as it could go to. He let out another small breath, his body shuddering just the slightest. He was calm.

"-azy girl." Nikita's left ear gave a small twitch and the high-strung state started to close in on his fabricated-calmed mind. His eyes moved over to the person next to him, his eyes intense with anger. His natural defenses went up immediately while his paranoia and his high-strung mind continued to grow to unfathomable heights.

"You. You were not talking of me, da?" he growled, rage swirling within his bluish-violet eyes. Being insulted while feeling powerless raged him. How dare this insolent fool mock him. Calling him crazy as well as a female. He knew that he looked like Natalia in the deep depths of his mind; his hair was slightly long and pulled back into a ponytail, a ribbon tying it back, and he also possessed the same facial features as Natalia. Even though he loved being twins and looking like Natalia, his mind wasn't in the correct setting. Powerlessness and fear grasped his mind, causing him to take everything as a direct insult.

Snapping his arm out, he grabbed Roderich's collar and yanked him towards him. Rage and insecurity crashed within his mind in giant waves. He hated this. His fist gripped tighter on the fabric as his eyes bore into the other's eyes, clearly showing the emotions that were swirling inside him. He knew that the other could clearly see of his weakness. But nothing really seemed to matter to him. Only hatred and all these negative emotions were alive to him. They were all he knew of this moment.

"Nyet... nyet... Calm down. Bpat-Ivan would never approve of this. Your family will be disappointed," his mind spoke to him. Shouted at him rather. But he couldn't calm down. His mind seemed to be detached from his body's actions. He was too immersed into his emotions, he couldn't gain control of himself. Insecurity and fear entangled itself around his heart and mind; it coiled itself around his entire being. He could only feel himself stand, could only watch as his thin arms dragged the other off of his seat and slam the Austrian against the door of the detention hall.

"You... insolent... fool..." his throat voiced out as he slammed Roderich, albeit a bit weakly, against the door with each word. He barely registered the fact that the teacher, who was in charge of the detention center, wrapped his...

Or was it her, he couldn't remember...

arms around his midsection in order to pull him off. With a quick jerk of his arm, he slammed his elbow against the teacher's head. The action had him...

Her? What was the teacher's gender? Why couldn't he remember? Well... he couldn't care less...

The action had the teacher loosen his/her grip on his midsection. Taking the chance, he slammed his fist against the other's cheek as hard as he could in his state. At the same moment, the door opened suddenly...

He didn't know who exactly opened it... was it Roderich himself or another student?

and they both fell out of the detention hall. Using the force of gravity, Nikita slammed the other onto the ground, without even realizing that his original ability surged within him. The sound of Roderich's skull banging against the hard floor echoed within his mind. That sound was the final push which meant that his dormant ability held the key to run rampant. Feline Mimicry made its presence known. Nikita's legs placed themselves on each side of Roderich's waist, keeping him in place. His prey will never escape him, his prey will die a painful death.

"I'll kill you," his throat voiced out before he snarled, one last well-spoken sentence before Feline Mimicry fully overtook him. He bared his fangs as his nails sharpened into claws. While one hand gripped the collar of the Austrian, the other hand raised up before it swung down, the attack headed straight for Roderich's face.

Nikita barely registered the screams of the teacher. All that ran though his mind was killing. There was about a second left before Nikita's claws slashed right across Roderich's face, an injury that would have been fatal.

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Unfortunately of the Austrian, he had heard him. A most horrible circumstance he caught himself in. He in fact never had meant to say anything of like that or well, in that tone.

He slowly turned hie head to stare at the other, he even thought about ignoring him, but he couldn't. He wasn't that rude. "Ah, no-" As soon as he tried to defend himself, he was cut off by the force of the other. His hands tried to grip the desk, anything, anything to stop the other. His eyes widened, staring into the other, like staring into his soul. He could see rage and he hated it. What was the teacher doing to stop this?!

His breath left his body for a small second after the other had slammed him against the door. The time seemed to go faster,he couldn't comprehend what was going on, his mind turned blank.
The teacher almost weakly tried to get the other off of him, but all seemed meaningless as Roderich stumbled back, face throbbing.

Oh dear god... everything hurts...

Roderich gasped again as his back slammed harder on the floor outside. Some damned bastard, or some unseen force had to make this the worst day ever for him, hadn't they? He tried to talk, he was breathless. He tried to wriggle free, but somehow this bow was strong, holding him in place. He tried to turn over, he failed. Then placing one of his hands on the boys arm he pushed, the other trying to grip the floor, in attempts to slide himself away.

Then it hit him.

Something so fast so painful, something he hadn't experienced in so many, long years. He let out a scream, and dug his nails into the boys arm. He was shaking, and after a few seconds the scrape across his face had left, leaving god awe-full marks, Roderich would have to attempt to cover up later... If he survived. he gasped again, tears streaming down his face, now he really wanted to run.

But he couldn't. Anger, frustration, had welled up inside him. He took the other hand off him, wiggled his fingers and pulled back. Sliding just slightly out from underneath him.
He tapped one of his fingers and spat at the other. "I-Ich werde dich töten zurück!" He growled, tears still streaming down his face.

A bunch of lights suddenly emanated from around the room, Roderich watched the other closely, to watch out for any sudden movements, as the lights got bigger and suddenly morphed into shapes. People. Zombies. All in which crowded around Nikita, grabbing him, in attempts to pull him off.

[okko]

Red. Pure Red. Blood. Pure... Beautiful... Red... Blood. The feline in control thirsted more for the beautiful liquid.

The sticky liquid substance coated his claws and fingers as well as the ground; his lips pulled back in a sinister smile which revealed sharp fangs. By this time, the teacher and the others around them shuffled back into the detention in order to protect themselves. He and Roderich were merely a few feet away from the power negating room, just enough to avoid the clutches of any effects of power negation. His bluish-violet eyes shone brightly upon seeing Roderich's face sporting three deep gashes, blood streaming down the other's face. Nikita's now feline ears, which sported from the upper sides of his head, gave a small twitch from the scream that erupted from the Austrian when his claws slashed right across his face. He despised sound, his ears were too sensitive for loud sounds. He snarled, not even giving the nails digging into his skin a second thought. Nikita, too immersed in his displeasure for the sharp shriek, didn't even realize that the wounds inflicted across Roderich's face disappeared.

He relinquished his grip on Roderich in order to paw at his ringing ears, his eyes closed shut. Due to his closed eyes, he didn't even realize the blinding lights that slowly morphed into the undead... which slowly closed in on him. Nikita's eyes snapped open when a rather rough hand wrapped around his tail in a surprisingly fierce grip. With a noticeable jerk of a body which was followed by a loud snarl, he turned quickly to dispose of the one who dared to grab his tail. The claws of his right hand bore into the eye of the zombie, forcing itself through all the way to the brain. Gripping the organ, he snapped his arm out of the zombie's eye socket, effectively killing it. But by the time he killed one, the other zombies grabbed a hold of his body, effectively holding him still. The brains of the killed zombie plopped onto the ground when Nikita let go of the rotting organ.

With a loud roar, he struggled against the clutches of the zombies which had effectively pulled him off the Austrian. Nikita in his Feline Mimicry was on equal par of the zombie's strength, but there was only one of him and around 25-30 of them. A strangled cry escaped him when the zombies threw him against the wall. The throw effectively disgruntled him and he slumped to the floor. It took a few seconds for him to regain himself but it was already too late. The zombies grabbed him and held him against the floor. Nikita's head was forced down due to the rotted hand holding his head against the floor. Nikita let out a low hiss of displeasure before roaring out. His eyes casted themselves up to Roderich, his pupils slitted like a cat's with hate radiating off of them.

Nikita's tail flickered in distaste, his body letting out a noticeable twitch when it was grabbed again. He thrashed underneath the hold of the zombies, not enjoying his tail being grabbed. The touch of those rotted hands on his person, the repulsive stench from the undead, the low keening sounds from the zombies, he hated it all. Nikita hated to be touched, he hated the stench that filled his nose, he hated the low keening sound that vibrated within his ears. His feline ears pressed themselves flat against his hair and slowly cease his struggles. From that action, Nikita knew he gained some control. He could feel himself gaining the tiniest bit of control over his mind; Feline Mimicry drained away about an inch... Power Negation. Feline Mimicry never disappeared until it disposed of everything. The feeling of Power Negation only reached up to his ankles, slowly entangling itself up and down his shins as if greedy to lock away Nikita's abilities as well as to tease the male Belarusian of how it held power over him. Even though he didn't want to, he hoped the negation wouldn't travel any further; his normal strength couldn't match up to the zombie's strength. Nikita merely growled, his sense of speech still locked due to the fact that Feline Mimicry still had a heavy hold on his mind.

Nikita continued to hold his gaze at Roderich, breathing a bit heavily. He made a few struggles, uncomfortable with the pressure on his body, but he made no move other than that. Even though Nikita only managed to gain a minimal amount of control back, that control was enough for him to force Feline Mimicry onto a leash. The little drain of power did clutch at his heart in fear but for now, he was able to keep in under control. This... This was definitely a severe humiliation for him. Rarely ever in his life was he overpowered and taunted about the power that could easily reduce him to nothing. He let out a low growl at the humiliation. He wished this humiliation would end.

That stupid Power Negation room. He shouldn't even be in this situation; he never remembered anything from when Feline Mimicry took over. Feline Mimicry held its own memory, but now... his normal mind and the mindset of Feline Mimicry was mixed. He shouldn't even be knowing that he was overpowered like this. That damn detention hall, giving him the slight chance of control. Though he always wished to gain control of Feline Mimicry, he didn't wish it to be when it's the moment he's overpowered.

This was torture. His body pressed flat against the ground and his head lowered to the ground by the undead as well as negation creeping up and down his legs. Though it should have been the last thought on his mind, he was having second thoughts on his love for the occult and the undead.

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Roderich tried to wipe some of the tears that continued to stream down his face, with his sleeve. His hands were shaky and he felt the energy draining from him, using this power. Giving a huff, he moved away cautiously, staring directly into the others eyes, trying to look as serious as possible, as if to not show how weak he was getting.

He had to think of something fast, he glanced around and saw the teacher most likely calling the principle. He growled, not wanting to get into any more trouble than he already was in, nor did he want to kill the other. But something inside him wanted to keep this going, as to avenge his face, the pain he got for something so little. He wasn't a fighter but he felt like continuing the fight. At least a little longer, just enough to hurt him some more.

He watched as the undead pinned him, slashing at him. Roderich would have smiled if it weren't for all his energy wasting away. He told himself he would stay strong, show them he could do it. He even tried to get up, but failing, dropping down to his knees and, closing his his eyes. He couldn't do it anymore.

Suddenly, every single zombie stopped. And within a few moments, they all started to turn to ash, some even completely disingrating. Roderich fainting made them unable to continue with no energy. So in terms, Nikita won.

But within moments later, the principle came running down the hall, with some others, so as they could stop the fighting. Even if it was already over.

[okko]

The zombies seemed to enjoy scarring him; he struggled with every touch and attack they made to him. He would never live this down. He wished he would get a bit farther from the opening of the detention hall, just so that he wouldn't remember any of this humiliation any longer. A low hiss of pain escaped him when one gave a particularly vicious scrape on his neck. Nikita could feel those dirty, rotted hands scraping against his skin, leaving behind red marks and scars. He shuddered at the mere thought of the marks left behind on his skin. No amount of showers would rid of the feeling of those grotesque hands over his skin.

Nikita let out a full shudder when the zombie's touches ghost over his skin as they dissipated. He let out a small sneeze due to the ash that tickled his nose. He let out a low growl and shook the ash out of his hair, his eyes narrowing in on the fainted form of the Austrian. Nikita felt the tiny control and the negation from his ankles disappear when Feline Mimicry caused his body to lunge at the unconscious body, intent on tearing it apart.

His ears gave a little twitch when the sound of hasty footsteps stormed down the corridor, causing him to halt in his movements. He turned to see a few people stop right in front of him. A low growl escaped him as he entered a defensive position. His eyes glanced towards Roderich and slashed at the Austrian, leaving behind three long red streaks in the other's side, before running off. A fierce roar echoed throughout the halls followed by a window shatter, leaving the teachers to sigh in disappointment and care for the Austrian.

Landing on the ground and not paying any attention to the window he had just broken, he ran to his safe haven: the tree at the front entrance... where everything started.

[Oh my goodness. I have finally replied. And I think this thread has now drawn to a close, yes~?]