Sentakushi . . . . . . . . ~ "What is Kik Nai?" ~ . . . . . Sebasuchan was stunned for a moment, "...Oh... Miss Kireina..." he watched her read the letter, lined in gold. The confusion showed on her face. "Kik Nai is a place." He murmurs, "A school... for young men and women... who are... special elves..." but Natarii was staring at him funny. Sebasuchan didn't know how to explain it to her. "Have you... ever felt something... i n you?" After Natarii almost fired him for how wrong that comment sounded, he quickly apologized and explained it much better. "You're saying... I have a 'gUaRdIaN' IN me?" She hissed, raising in eyebrow. Intimidated, Sebasuchan said yes. "It's hard to describe, really... I'm not an expert... but that is how your fingertip glows that lovely lavender color." He murmurs, shuddering. Natarii didn't understand, but gave up. She read the note, running her hand over it, "What happens if I go? Do I come back?" she asked her butler. After a moment of silence, Natarii turned around, expecting an answer. But his face said it all. She blinked multiple times over and sighed, "Then I won't go." "You must." Sebasuchan said suddenly, surprising Natarii. She snapped her head around, both irritation and surprise on her face, "What? What do you-" but he interrupted, "It's much safer than here. I promise. Please, Miss Kireina... Go. I'm sure they'll let you go during the summer. But you canNOT stay. Do you understand me?"
"Please bring in Ms. Chaimara." The Headmaster looked at his assistant expectantly, and she nodded. A few minutes later, she came back, a tall woman with chocolate brown hair followed her. It was swept in a high ponytail and her dark red eyes glittered with mischief and intelligence, "Yes, Headmaster?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. The Headmaster cleared his throat, "You have a new student arriving, soon." he said, making 'Ms. Chaimara' get serious. "What is their name?" "Her name is Natarii Kireina. Her Guardian is an Amythest Kitsune. This is her." He slid a photo of Natarii from her most recent concert, and the woman took it. He continued speaking, "She can actually distinguish pitches between notes. I think she'll be special, Inyusoka." He noted. Inyusoka's voice got soft, "Rascal can, too... perhaps... perhaps she can win against him as well." Her confidence dwindled a bit. Inyusoka suddenly smirked again, "Hm, it seems I'll have to train the arrogance out of her... I hope she isn't strong-willed." End
