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Imiko Hayuwase stepped out of the car, a rather nondescript run of the mill compact. She leaned across the seat to give her grandmother a finally goodbye kiss. She closed the door behind herself, and stretched. It had been a very long car ride- her muscles twitched and screamed for excerise. Her tank top-hoodie revealed most of the tattoos of her body- and did nothing to try and alleviate her flat chest.
Yes- Imiko Hayuwase, the Miyavi fangirl, had arrived to the school! A lipring glinted at the side of her lip, a nosering on the side of her nose, and an eyebrow ring graced the top half of her face- one could easily make the joke that at least the metal was well balanced. She turned to the back of the car and waited for her grandmother to pop the trunk. She hauled out a red suitcase that held her clothes and her belongings. She closed the trunk and rolled her way back to the passenger window.
"See you, oba-chan," Imi said. It can be noted that even her voice sounded somewhat boyish. It would be amazingly simple to mistake her for a guy.
A cough and a responding farwell followed, and the car finally pulled out and went back the way it had come, Imiko waving her hand after her grandmother. Lord only knew when she'd see her again. Turning around, Imiko wheeled her suitcase up to the pair, and watched them with some obvious interest. She walked in front of them, wondering what to say. Deciding that a random entrance was better than none, she decided to say, with a huge smile on her face:
"What's up, bitches?!"

Vashiel was not surprised by the girl that just appeared near them. He smelled her the moment she got out of the car. Her blood was mixed, a typical thing these days. But the moment she opened her mouth and called him that, playfully or not he snapped. His eyes got darker and from behind him nine arms of pure dark energy erupted each one holding a different sword. The stopped just short of the girl who he was giving one hell of a dirty look to.

"If you ever, at any point refer to me in that way again I will personally make sure to exsanguinate (look it up) every milliliter of blood from your body."

He was not just pissed at being called that but a part of him mad at being interrupted. He hated that and the waves of dark energy coming off of him made that evident.

Vashiel recalled his magical arms at that moment but instead of letting them disappear her reformed them into a giant hound with red eyes and snarling teeth.

"Well if she wants beast then she gets a beast. Baskerville, go play...just no biting."

While the beast did look vicious it was not actually so. It was pretty much just an over sized puppy dog, its appearance just gave a evil feel. It lumbered over to Imiko and just began acting like a big puppy dog wanting to play around. Vashiel followed after it, hands calmly in his pockets, but still giving out a dark aura.

"I hope you didn't think the dog here would actually attack, I am not so blood thirsty to spill blood on a whim, but please do not anger me. I do not enjoy being referred to as anything be may name, or at the very least variations of it. So for further reference my name is Vashiel Anon, and yes you are correct, I am a creature of the night, but I am not a beast in the way you meant it."

Rather than fearing the dog, Imiko let out a delighted laugh and lowered down to her knees, wrapping her arms around it and snuggling her head against the brute's. She ignored what Vashiel had to say- threats didn't get to her much. She simply raised a brow at him then addressed Emilie. "My name is Imiko Hayuwase. And you guessed my sex right on the first try- bravo!" Her words were sincere and somewhat pleased- she was almost always mistaken for a boy. She snickered at the 'Vashie-kun', then looked at the one who had gotten this name.
"Aww... Vashie-kun suits you." Standing up, she nodded to herself. "Yes, you act like a tough jerk, but inside, you're really just a random cuddly little kid that needed more hugs." Throwing her arms open, a smile on her face, she said, "Come! I shall fill the void of hugs you were denied!" She edged Emilie's leg with her foot, prompting her to offer him a hug as well.
Whispering out of the edge of her mouth, she muttered rather loudly to Emilie, "I bet his family didn't have a kotatsu."

Distracted from her offer to hug Vashie-kun, she looked at the energetic girl and thought, closing one arm over her chest and bringing her fingers up to her chin. "Hmm... Really? Normally I'm mistaken for a boy even after I've spoken. Then again, sometimes I like messing with people and letting them think I'm a girl, if they make the mistake of thinking I'm a girl," Imiko winked. It was a favorite game of hers- to say she was female one instant, then insist she was actually male the next. It often led to confusion with people, but mystery was one of the spices of life.
Suddenly, she was in boyish mode. Bending somewhat to hold Emilie's chin with her fingers she spoke in a velvet voice, "For all you know, I could Nii-Imiko, desho?" Purposely bending her voice to make it sound even more boyish, she smiled a perfect copy of Miyavi's smile. "Not all boys are terrible- some of us enjoy making the girls around us smile and happy." She dropped her hand smoothly from Emilie's chin, straightened up, and put her hands on her hips in the boyish fashion, "Right Vashiel? I'm sure that somewhere inside you're interested in the other sex, too."
She looked at Emilie with a secretive smile on her lips. If it weren't for the fact that if seen, her lower region would give away she was DEFINATLY female, her figure itself could have been the visual representation of unisex. She could be anything- male or female.
Yes, she'd keep this school guessing- it was always fun to mess with people.

Imiko grinned. "You can smell it, eh? And exactly how does a woman smell different from a man? What if I'm a man who's scent is close enough to a woman's to be confused as such? I know that even dog demons couldn't tell through scent alone- and their sense of smell is far keener than yours."
Imiko had actually not been wondering if Vashiel could control dark matter. However, she put a hand on her hip, and smiled a little. "I do believe this fair maiden has won you over, though." She turned to Emilie and bowed to her, "I assure you, you could do better."
Straightening up again, she turned toward Vashiel and shrugged at him. "So, if I call you a 'b***h' again, you'll get angry? Even though the use of the term wasn't offensive? Wouldn't that make you overly sensitive?"
Imiko shrugged once more. Her soft, straight her moved fluidly with her motion, and her various tattoos glinted in the sun. She dropped her arms once more, and the tattoos that had been obscured showed once more. Every part of her body, her chest, her back, her arms, her fingers- they all were tattooed. Her grandmother had not liked her getting so many, but she knew how much her idol Miyavi meant to her. To her grandma, if allowing Imiko to get the piercings and tattoos made her the happy child she had once been, she was glad to allow her granddaughter to do that which would make her content.
However, the piercings and tattoos did nothing to alleviate or reveal her obscure gender.

Imiko laughed. "For all you know, I could have recently had to have blood transfusions which came from a girl- for all you know, THAT could be the scent you're picking up."
Imiko let out a sigh at his words of knowing by blood a person's information. "You know, you must be really HORRIBLE at dealing with girls. Seriously- you pay THAT much attention to their scent? Seriously, dude, PRIVACY." She drew out the long word as if he couldn't understand it, sitting fluidly into one of the seats as she spoke. "No girl's gonna wanna date you if you're just spouting off info about them without them having the fun of being able to do the same for you. CHILL. Get SURPRISED once and a while."
She leaned back in her seat, perfectly at ease. "You can't learn everything about someone just by their blood, though. At least nothing important." Imiko stretched, and in this movement, a small column of water rose behind her from the grass. She leaned up and to the side, and the water followed her. Not having much control of her powers nor even able to tell when she was using them, Imiko didn't know what she was doing.

"Eh?" Imiko looked around, then finally realized what she was doing. The water abruptly splashed up high, and fell back to the earth in a 10-second drizzle of rain. Imiko looked up at the momentary rain, and let out a delighted laugh.
"Heh heh... guess I do need to control it better." She stood up and shook her head, letting the droplets of water fly from her hair. She pushed her disturbed bangs impatiently out of her face as the vampire fed. "What? Everyone's gotta eat- it's better to eat from those than from an actual person."
Imiko stepped forward and actually brought her hand forth to push the bangs out of Vashiel's eyes as well. She stared in to them- as if examining his soul. Her eyes seemed to grow distant- as if she was speaking to him and he was speaking to her through eyes alone. Her eyes unfocused, and the words came out slowly- "You don't want to know..." Her eyes slowly refocused, narrowed, then turned mischevious. She poked at his forhead in a quick jab.
"BAKA!"