`// Can't be held up }Clytia

[Xaix Reagan]

"Shiiiiiitt." He breathed. He was late, He hadnt eaten, and worst of all - Clytia was probably waiting for him. Xaix had no time to eat, so the front door wasnt an option for him. He figured it would be faster if he jumped out of his balcony and tucked into a roll before landing on his neighbors roof - which he did rather skillfully. He was something of a master at Parkour; A sport or athletic activity in which the participant seeks to move quickly and fluidly through an area, often an urban locale, by surmounting obstacles such as walls and railings and leaping across open spaces, as in a stairwell or between buildings. (If one would be technical about it) Xaix just liked to think of himself as an urban ninja, at the least, which was mostly true.

He began with long strides, then broke out into a fierce - yet fluid - run, Leaping great distances and covering plenty of ground, given his unfairly long and powerful legs. Xaix neared an intersection then leaped off the roof he was currently on, and landed on the road with a 'thump', crouched, absorbing the shock with his legs. Quickly, he resumed pace, taking out his black flip phone and placing it on his right ear. He pressed only one button, and pressed it twice, leading him into the 'Recently dialed' section of his phone and calling the first number - Clytia's.

One ring, another. A click abruptly sounded, then the soft rustling, what must have been cloth "Hey, Bitch. I'm on my way. You there already?" Xaix voiced, clear and confident into his cellphone, as if he wasn't running at all - not a single hitch in his breath.

It was pretty early into the morning, the sun was just barely rearing its bright, unwanted head to those morning people - and I say unwanted, merely because those who were allergic to mornings, like Xaix, disliked the sun. He didnt like getting up in the morning, especially if he had to be somewhere - Of course, Clytia would be the exception. There isn't anything Xaix wouldn't do for her.

[Clytia Voi Mist]

The pink-highlighted brunette walked past several students, a confident aura around her. As expected, most of them all stared at her. She just gave them a glare back. So she had modified the uniform a tiny bit. Big deal. Adding a few patches, belts, a choker, leggings... It wasn't that unusual. Stupid rural people. Like they would know fashion. Clytia Voi Mist had just arrived to her new school: Yasogami High. The place wasn't much, in her opinion. It was a rural place after all. That was to be expected. Sadly. The girl supposed that she would be able to live. After all, Xaix was here as well. She'd be fine as long as he was around. A grin slowly crept its way on her face. The stupid guy, she wondered how the hell she fell for the douche. She couldn't really complain though. Xaix was a pretty amazing guy. Hell, anyone who could do parkour was amazing in her book. And... He was pretty hot. The grin widened. Oh well...

She banged open the doors with a huff, her shoulder bag bouncing off her waist as she did. Her pink eyes scanned the area. She didn't see him. She continued walking, checking if maybe he was taking a stride around the school grounds himself. Her heavy steps echoed against the floor, chains rattling. Was he late? Again? Clytia groaned. He was always late. Stupid Xaix. She had told him that she was going to be there at eight. And it was already a quarter past. She slumped to the floor, legs spread, bag in between. Her hand reached into her bag, shuffling around, looking for her iPod and earphones. However, this was interrupted by a ringing that also came from her bag. "Eh?" Who'd be calling at this time? She dug her hands deeper into the brown bag.

"Hey, Bitch. I'm on my way. You there already?"

Douche! Xaix! Ahhhh.... that jerk. So now he was one his way. Clytia pouted. "Douche. I've been here since fucking ever." Well, fifteen minutes was close enough. Clytia pondered, a small idea suddenly spurred. "You know, there're lots of guys giving me quite a stare. You better hurry." She was only teasing him, but Clytia really wasn't that far off. There were actually a few students staring at her, both in awe or just because it wasn't common to see someone dressed like her... or sitting like that on the floor either.

[Xaix Reagan]

The sound of Clytia's voice resonated from the electronic device and clearly sounded in Xaix' ear. As usual, he'd been late again, and as usual he had Clytia wait for him. Xaix could imagine her, leaning against a wall, sitting down - or something of the sort. She wasn't the type of person to care what people thought of her, and Xaix was the same. Perhaps the reason why they meshed so well together as a couple was because they saw the world through the same eyes, how they just dont give a damn. They had each other, and that was just fine. Xaix was lax, yet overprotective over Clytia. He's clingy, and hovers. Like if Clytia would run into someone who even looked like he - Or she, god forbid - fancied her, Xaix would make sure they disappeared. Whether or not if it was by their own will. He was intimidating that way, and he quite enjoyed his life knowing people feared him.

Yes. Fear was much easier to control.

"Yeah, Mmm." was his reply, just after she had scolded him yet again for having her wait. The boy didnt have to actually voice out the word's 'Sorry.' like most people who just abused the term. Clytia knew he was always apologetic, and instead of wasting his breath, he just took her out to someplace nice. It was like his way of apologizing, being the non-conformist that he is, Xaix would never think of using the word 'Sorry' loosely. He still kept his un-exasperated run, probably a little more than half-way to his new school; Yasogami High. He wasn't used to living in a rustic area, even though he was supposedly trained to be a militant at mind. The thought of not being able to purchase his imported ammo, or to not have the luxury of going through the latest in Close-combat daggers - hy, he would be pulling at his hair - only if he were some average spoiled brat. Xaix wasn't normal, but he was a brat in many ways, or rather, an asshole.


"You know, there're lots of guys giving me quite a stare. You better hurry."

He winced mentally, 'what?' Xaix thought. He didnt like other guys staring at Clytia, in lust, and worse if they looked at her in disgust, or something along those lines. Who were other people to judge? They didnt know Clytia. He did. He was Clytia's mother fucking boyfriend for crying out loud! "Don't you let them fucking touch you, 'Aight?" He said sternly, just before shutting the lid of his phone in one hand and throwing it back into his pocket. Xaix began to pick up speed, just as he neared - what he thought was - Yasogami High, a rural little school atop a hill. 'How Quaint', he thought sarcastically. The wallet chain he wore that morning jingled along with the small cellphone charm of a black cat and bell, which dangled slightly from his pocket. Xaix could say one thing, he didnt particularly like the uniform. It was too... stuffy, especially the collar, so being Xaix, he naturally left his Blazer open, revealing a dark green Loose T-shirt which looked as though it were a size too big - even for him. Of course, he donned the dark-brown and pink Eyepatch that his Beloved made for him, he never went out without it strapped to the side of his face, just a little over his left eye.

Clytia was making it.. a little harder for him to find her. He had first scanned the outside of the school, which turned out to be a rather fast search as the school was very small. His fast running speed was his greatest asset as of the moment, dodging and weaving through people so fluidly, as if he were doing a dance. He found her, however, seated on the floor with her bag in-between her legs. So... Clytia. Xaix slowed his pace as he neared, breathing a little harder - though still not exasperatedly - while he came to a stop at her right, picking Clytia up with his strong right hand, passing a glare at all the boys who didnt know any better. Clytia was his, and they'd better wise up. Lest they have a death wish.

"Dont sit on the Floor, Clee. You dont know how dirty it is." he said to her, wrapping an arm around her waist just as they began to walk away from prospectors in awe. He couldnt care less for public display's of affection, it was his life, right? No one had the right to tell him what to do. Hell, he'd make out with Clytia in front of the President of the United States and not give a shit.

[Clytia Voi Mist]

Clytia hummed a mental melody as she waited for Xaix's reply, her pig tails swishing as she moved her head in beat to the tune.


"Don't you let them fucking touch you, 'Aight?" she heard him say. A cat-like smirk emerging on her face. Was it a hint of jealousy that Clytia was detecting from her dagger-wielding boyfriend? She let out a small chuckle. Maybe it was cruel of her, but it was his fault for being late. She knew he was going to make up for being late, like he always did, in his own little way, but he still was late. And that was the point. Though she was saying this, she had always known Xaix to be the type to be late. In fact, it was quite a miracle that he'd only be a few, kind of, minutes late when it came to her. "But one of them looks kind of nice." Clytia managed to squeeze in before putting her phone down. Her eyes were fixed on a certain orangey-brown haired boy who was sporting earphones... or were they headphones, of some sort. He was definitely cute. However, 'cute' wasn't her type when it came to boys. But Clytia was going to leave that part out. Let Xaix think what he'd want to think. He ought to know by now that she was loyal to him, no matter how many times she'd point out how 'hot' or 'cute' this guy, or girl, may be. No one could match up to her Xaix. They were just perfect for each other that way.


Now she had to wait again. Ugh. She hated waiting to death. As if that hadn't already been made clear already. Still, there were people giving her stares. And so this girl got an idea and decided to play around. Gleefully, she would give them grins and winks in reply, once in awhile going "Nyaha." To her delight, their reactions never failed to amuse her. They'd always either turn red, turn around, walk away, or grin back. At least, attempt to grin back. Those who tried looked ridiculous. Stupid guys. If only Xaix had been here to witness this. She could picture him giving them all death glares and all of them, in turn, cowering, leaving before she could give them any further reply. Xaix was rather protective. And he was protective in a way that she could still do what she wanted because Xaix was the type who'd go after the other person and not her. Clytia loved him for it. Though, back to topic, the entertainment soon wore off when their reactions started to get repetitive. So it was back to waiting for her Beloved.


It took several minutes, an estimated twenty, until Xaix found her.


"Dont sit on the Floor, Clee. You dont know how dirty it is." As he said this, he extended a hand to her, picking her up from the ground. She patted her skirt a few times, checking if there had been any accumulated dust. None. Good. And although Clytia pretended not to see, she giggled when she noticed Xaix give the rest of the school his infamous glare. Just as she pictured it a few minutes ago. Heh.

She flashed him a flirty smile. Did she mention that they looked perfect together? She knew that Xaix wasn't the type to enjoy wearing their new uniform, the massive amount of layering from the undershirt to the shirt to the jacket. Still, it had to be said, at least mentally, it made Xaix look quite fetching. "Your fault for not being here on time." Feeling his arm around her waist (which she loves), Clee moved her arm to rest loosely on his shoulder, "What took you so long anyway?"