"When Rowan showed me this, it confirmed my greatest fear." says the handsome, lean, tall, black haired, obsidian eyed, pale skinned boy as he places the prophecy page onto the bed, Thing holding it down with his long fingers.
"That I'm going to be responsible for something terrible. Not good terrible, like Ivan. Bad terrible. And I can't let that happen." he finishes darkly, intrigued.
Thing slides his fingers off the page.
"That's why I need to find out the truth." continues Saturday in his deep delicious but cold voice.
Thing gently taps the large, white, black nail polished hand, placed on the drawing.
"Breathe a word of this to anyone and I will end you." the pale boy warned menacingly.
Thing crawls cautiously away from Saturday's flat hand.
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The next time that Saturday and Misaki went to beekeeping club they brought a very reluctant Ethan.
"If Weems comes sniffing around, keep your distance, look grim, and don't say a word." orders Saturday while Ethan put his veiled hat on.
"Payback is going to be a bastard." the tall, white-blonde boy says defiantly to Saturday.
"I'd expect nothing less." he returns coldly and curtly.
He then turns to Eugene, who was putting on his white gloves.
"Blab and I will squeeze you like a honeycomb." he says coldly.
"Snitches get stung." agreed the young beekeeper. "It's hive code. Besides, I should be thanking you. This is the most people I've ever had in the shed. Other than bees."
"Shocking." came the deep, curt reply, as Saturday looks down at the shorter, tan boy.
"I always thought werewolves were so cool and manly." Eugene confesses, pushing up his thick black rimmed glasses.
"The chance that Ethan will ever hang out with you is less than 1%." says Saturday silkily.
"So I've still got a shot? Yes!" exclaims Eugene excitedly, grinning widely, showing his braces.
"Kochō, come." Saturday orders the silent maid as he grabs her by the hand and pulls her out of the shed.
Ethan looks longing after the petite girl.
Eugene picks up his white, veiled hat and approaches Ethan.
"In ancient times, honey was used to treat wounds and in sacrificial burial rites." he briefs, while Ethan looks slightly nauseous. "Cleopatra was rumoured to bathe in honey. Gave her skin a luminous glow. You ever taken a honey bath?" Eugene asks.
Ethan gives Eugene a horrified look. "I just don't wanna get stung." he confesses quickly, his deep voice giving slight tremors.
"The key is to remain calm. Bees detect fear, but you don't need to worry. Because I have a very big smoker, and I handle it like a pro." Eugene brags. "Would you like to see it?"
Ethan sighs exasperatedly, holding onto the white fabric of his veiled hat.
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Saturday stalks through the gloomy forest slowly with Misaki in his wake.
They hear a grunt in the distance and Saturday and Misaki turn their heads to look.
Suddenly, Misaki is pulled behind a large tree by a pair of hands, one gagging her and the other on her slim waist. She didn't even get time to scream.
Saturday immediately turns his head around, floppy black hair moving in the chilly wind and forcefully grabs the thin arms of the assaulter, prying them off his maid.
"Ow..." whispered a familiar voice. It was Taylor.
The three of them watch intently as the Sheriff and his dog patrol the woods.
Elvis barks.
Saturday pulls Misaki's small body into his tall, hard one.
"Sorry. I didn't want Elvis to pick up on you guys' scent." she mutters a quiet apology.
She was still wearing the thin black and white striped t-shirt and brown jacket with red inside.
"Thanks." says Saturday coldly, eyeing her expressionlessly. Misaki bows her head in thanks. "How'd you throw them off?" he asks.
Taylor took a moment to admire Saturday's eyes, now that they were so close, obsidian, holding much wisdom and many secrets. Those cold black pupils fascinated her immensely.
"Uh..." she reaches into her jacket pocket and chuckles wryly.
"Coffee grounds?" the tall boy confirmed.
"Deer hunting hack." she says as she re-pockets the packet. "One of the perks of being a part-time barista." she mutters.
"I assume your father didn't bring the bloodhound to play fetch." says Saturday casually in his deep voice.
"Yeah he doesn't tell me shit." she cursed.
Then she furrowed her brown eyebrows.
"You must think it's weird I'm stalking him." says Taylor slowly.
"No, I consistently stalk my parents." returns Saturday expressionlessly. Taylor didn't know what to make of that statement.
He stalks off, pulling Misaki along with him by the hand. Despite himself, that white hot burning feeling was spiking at his chest. It made his usually cool body warm and he wondered if his maid found his ivory hand sweaty. It annoyed him.
"Hey, wait, what really happened the other night at the festival?" she asks as she trails behind Master and maid. "Look, I swear I won't say anything to my dad."
Saturday turns to the green-eyed girl and gazes down into her eyes. "I thought Rowan was in danger. Turns out I was wrong." says Saturday coldly, though both girls could tell he wasn't convinced. "Then he proceeded to use his telekinesis to try and choke me and Kochō to death."
Master and maid turn away again.
"Holy shit. Wh...Why would he do that?" stammers Taylor, walking behind the two Nevermore students.
"No idea. That's when this monster came out of the shadows and gutted him." Saturday retells emotionlessly.
"Whoa. Whoa." she repeated, not knowing what to say. "So...so you really saw it?" she asks incredulously walking and pausing her steps after every sentence. "And it didn't try to kill you?"
"It actually saved me from Rowan. That's the part I'm trying to figure out." says Saturday cooly. "I came out here to find something that can prove he was murdered and that I haven't lost my mind. Yet." he adds, a hint of disappointment in his deep voice.
Suddenly they stop, and Saturday and Misaki approach a blood stained pair of glasses. Taylor stands back at a distance.
The Master and maid squat down to inspect closer.
"These are Rowan's. I knew it was a cover-up." Saturday says with deadly calm as he nonchalantly grabs the glasses.
His head suddenly flings backward so it makes a perfect right-angle with his long, white neck and he has a vision.
Eerie whooshing accompanied by a pensive looking Rowan at a tall window, his right hand pressed firmly on the glass, brows furrowed, eyes looking high out.
A raven statue.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" shouts Rowan. "SO MUCH OF MY..."
"...MY NEW DESK, YOU PSYCHOPATH!" Bianco's shouts echo back as he points.
They were arguing in their dormitory.
The raven statue tremors as Rowan stares intently at it.
"Speaking of that-" retorts Rowan.
"You creep people out!" Bianco gestures with both arms.
In a dimly lit round room with bookshelves circling the wall, and a skull inside a flower symbol on the floor, Rowan stands in the middle and uses his telekinesis to pull out a book. He rips out the page with the prophecy, a tall silhouette of a boy, the background a sea of flames.
"You know-" Rowan turns around towards Bianco.
"Unbelievable."
"I did."
The statue falls off the high wall.
"You're crazy!" yells Bianco as he's thrown towards the wall by Rowan's arcane power.
Saturday walks toward an open archway with his black umbrella as the statue falls.
Bianco's flung against the wall of the dormitory.
A leather cover book falls to the floor, the skull in the flower's centre symbol imprinted in the centre, its title reading: NIGHTSHADE SOCIETY.
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