Daichi heaved a sigh, muttering under his breath. "Everything happens for a reason? Well, sometimes that reason isn't in your favour. If I really am the demon king, then, well, I assume I'll have all types of people trying to k illme once and for all." He groaned, but couldn't help but smile slightly when he felt her run her fingers through his hair. "Would you stop? I'm trying to be angry, here." He muttered, shifting a little to get comfortable. "I. . . .I don't even care any more. I hope I am the demon king, then I'll be the strongest person in the world or something. Wait, did I actually just say that? Ahh, whatever." He groaned again, pouting.
(Daichi being Daichi :3. And by the way, Emiko tantrum mode: On. )
That's it, Emiko narrowed her eyes and grimaced. "That. . ." She muttered, clutching the ends of her her ponytail. "Makes absolutely no sense! I'm seriously starting to question all of this. . ." Her voice raised a little, and though it would hardly be considered yelling, it was by far the loudest Emiko had ever talked. "I mean, how do you understand all of this? No, I don't know! I'm not as smart as most people seem to think I am! I don't get it! I seriously don't get it! I study and study and study, and I still don't get it. You're telling me. . . .that whatever you consider yourself when you cast a spell, somehow affects the spell? Where is the logic in all of this? Does magic even have logic?" She kicked the wall in frustration, muttering to herself. "You know what? I'm an earth elementalist, then." She stared at the ground as if it had somehow insulted her, eyes still narrowed. "Move earth! Move!" She jumped up and down angrily, before she simply slid back down to the ground, sitting once more.
Daichi sighed once more, though a smile had replaced his frown. "You. . . .I don't even know how to describe you, but whatever you are, I like it." He said softly. He was silent for a while, until he noticed some black on Mag's hand. He'd started to ignore whatever the colours were, to the point of him not even seeing them any more, but he saw this easily. How hadn't he seen it before? He took her hand, which was previously on his cheek, and stared at the black aura. . .thing. "When did this happen? My fault, right?" He inquired, examining her hand closely.
Aiden sighed, dropping his head in his hand. Her "yelling" had startled him at first, but now he just watched her rant from his spot on the floor. When she stopped talking, he muttered, "Are you finished? Because if so, I'd like to get on with what you called me here to do." He sighed again, taking a moment to take a breath and think of what the best thing to say was. "Look, magic is different for everyone. What works for someone may not work for someone else. And you, if you keep getting mad and trying to rush and push yourself for something you may not even be ready for, then nothing is going to work." His eyes darted up when he heard the sound of a bell. "I've got a class next period. I suggest not skipping again or else we're both in trouble," he muttered, picking his jacket up off the floor and brushing it off, sliding it on to cover the tattoo on his arm. He started back toward the staircase, glancing back occasionally to make sure she was following.
"Good," Mag muttered, brushing a stray strand of black hair from her sleepy eyes. "Being able to describe something limits that something, doesn't it? That's very boring." His smile brought a small one to her lips as she touched one fingertip on the edge of his mouth. The little quirk on the side of his face was all she needed to know what face he was making. She sighed very quietly, so grateful she was there, at that place, at that moment, with that person, instead of where she lived. "Uh...nothing, I'm sure; probably just another flaw or defect or something," she mumbled, pulling her hand away, her face slightly flushed. Now that she looked at it, it seemed a little more noticeable... Was some of that hers, too? She swore quietly when she heard the bell and sat up. "Well...life--or rather, school--goes on, doesn't it? We should go." She moved so she was sitting at the edge of the bed, adjusting her collar and dusting off her clothes. She sighed softly with a gentle smirk, lying down one last time on top of him. "Come on, now, time to get up--we can do this again, can't we?" she said in a quiet, teasing, laughing sort of tone.
Emiko whimpered. What he said was indeed true, but she felt like crying, and even she didn't know why. It took all she had to hold back tears, but slight sobs escaped. Now she remembered why she always stayed quiet. Now she remembered why she kept her opinions to herself. And, 'if you keep getting mad', what was that supposed to mean? As far as she remembered this was the only time in her life she'd ever done something like this."Sorry, then." she whispered in an angry tone, though she was pretty sure Aiden couldn't hear her. An hour ago she saw him as some sort of handsome angel, now, she was pretty sure she hated him. There is no such thing as a nice teacher. . . She followed him slowly, staring down at her feet as she walked, her expression still somber and her fists slightly clenched.
Daichi raised an eyebrow. "Flaw? Defect?" He muttered. He was about to comment on it further when the sound of the bell pierced the air. "Ugh. Class." He groaned, even when Mag lay on him his face was a slight pout. "Do this again? I certainly plan to," He kissed her deeply, running his fingers through her hair slowly, before he pulled away and gently pushed her off. "Okay, yeah. Class. Something. What class we have now?" He searched his pockets for his schedule, and upon finding none, tried to recall the order of the classes.
She walked slowly down the hall, glancing out the large glass windows in the Hallway as she did. Emiko wandered into the cafeteria, sitting at a table with a plate full of pastries she'd gathered from the buffet. She sat down to eat, and her mind wandered to Aiden. . .where was he? What was he doing? But she dismissed the thoughts and focused on the chocolate cake she was currently eating.
Daichi jumped up at the sound of the bell which indicated class had ended. Most of the class had already rushed out by the time he'd taken up his bag. He took Mag's hand, smiling slightly. "Where do you want to go, now? Maybe we could wander the school, or go get some food, or go back to your dorm, or go to my dorm!" He said excitedly, though he kept his tone quiet. "I'm bored, let's do something." He mumbled, dragging Mag outside of the class and into the hall.