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"Why do I have to play a boy? I am one!" Imiko said, sighing as she walked out of the room, the whole masculine facade already in place.
((to the cafeteria!!)

Vashiel has spent his time walking around the school hallways, bumping into other students and teachers. But most people were either afraid of him for what he was or for the aura that always followed him when he was in a stupor. He fumbled with his key when he got to his room. He planned to just spend some quality time with just him and Vashiel Jr. and the playboy channel. His plans quickly changed when he saw that Imiko was in the room, and it looks like she had a fire lizard with her. He was surprised at how close Imiko was to it, but then he realized why.

"A fire lizard? You seem close, let me guess it bonded with you didn't it?"

"Well I am glad that you have made a new friend. And no worries I will not feast on it. I do not like spicy food you see."

Vashiel was indeed impressed by the creature and the fact that Imiko had bonded with it so easily. Though he knew not to approach it. Fire lizards were supposed to be fairly protective of the people they bonded with and Vashiel had no intentions of getting burned. He sat down at the chair that was in the room and just looked at Imiko for a bit before finally deciding he had to ask.

"Okay I need to know, what happened to you earlier. Why did you suddenly run away? Did I do something wrong, like I seem to usually do around you."

"Ah never mind then. I swear this friendship is way too one sided. You know pretty much everything about me, while I have barely scratched the surface of what makes you who you are. But I guess you are not one to make things easy, oh well."

Vashiel relaxed himself in the chair and grabbed the remote. He began to flip through the channels hoping to maybe find something funny to watch. He felt like he needed a good laugh right about now.

Luckily for himself Vashiel had found nothing on T.V so he had noticed the lizard jumping and trying to attack him. Considering he did not want anymore injuries, he still had somewhat of a black eye after all, he used his powers to make an over size pin cushion for the beast to land on comfortable, and at the same time he moved away from the chair he was sitting on to his side of the room, far away from where he could get hurt. Though hurt he was, mentally and emotionally. The hurt stemmed from the fact that every single time he tried to get to know Imiko better, be it by getting close to her, or just asking her something, he was either ignored, laughed at, or of course attacked/injured in some way. He was actually beginning to regret allowing Imiko access to his memories and to opening himself up to her. He was actually thinking that his old way of doing things, on his own might have been better. He sighed, he needed time to think, not to be interrupted, but also he did not feel like leaving the room, so instead he jumped into his coffin and began to put on the top to close it but not before giving Imiko a warning.

"Look, it is the middle of the day, and I am not normally up at this time. I am closing this and going for a nap, don't try to wake me because I am going to sound proof it and seal it with my powers, and do not try to join our dreams in your sleep, I promise you I won't be dreaming."

Of course the truth was that he wasn't even tired. He was lying because it was the best way to be alone. Though he did wonder, while sealing the coffin, did Imiko notice the hurt in his voice that he had tried to hide.

Of course Vashiel was awake in his coffin. The blood that he drank was enough to keep him awake and full of energy for an entire week. But he had still shut himself in his coffin and shut out the rest of the world. Thanks to his powers he heard nothing that Imiko said or her singing. He did smile to himself a bit though, proud of what he had not done, which was get angry and threaten or attack something. He had managed to stay calm, which was a slight improvement, but then again he was not angry either. He was just upset, and a big part of him was at the moment wishing he had kept to himself. Why did I give her the gift of my memories, why trust some one I just met. I should have never opened up to anyone. Such thoughts passed through his head as he pondered the answers, unfortunately he had none. And now the problem was that he was forever exposed to someone who was pretty much a stranger to him. He knew a few things about her, but these were things that anyone that who saw her on the street could figure out, well minus her opinions on sex and being bad in the mornings. Though what was worse he had grown attached to her and attracted to her. Something that he hated himself for doing, at least at the moment he did. But what it all came down to was the one sidedness of the situation, something he was not comfortable with and not ready to accept...

Vashiel had no idea how long he had been in the coffin, his own personal think tank, but he had come to a conclusion of what he would do. He had thought about it for a long time. Examining his emotions, something he had never done, and had decided on how he would handle things. What it came down to was the fact that Imiko was his first actual friend, ever. He had a connection with her, one sided or not it was there. And while she may not open to him easily he would not give up on trying. He also had the advantage that one day he would learn everything once he received her blood, even though that too was really her choice. But he knew he had to stop brooding. So he messed up his hair, giving himself the appearance of bed head, after all he did have to look like he had slept. Before getting up though he looked at his watch and saw that he had been in there alone for a good four hours, that shocked him since it did not feel that long. He unsealed the top and then pushed it open and slowly got up.

"Well I needed that, Imiko, are you okay?"

Vashiel took the tongue lashing from Imiko and did not interrupt her. He knew he had hit a sore spot, and it did not help that his act was unconvincing. Though he did feel her look through his memories and felt that she had stopped too soon. He held his head down in shame but answered her calmly none the less. Almost in a monotone way, if it were not for the fact that he was pleading with her.

"You are mistaken my friend. I only thought I regretted it. I came to a conclusion. Please I urge you to look deeper, even though you may not want to. But I do apologize for deceiving you. I required the time alone, but I did not want to worry you. I am sorry."

"Um look Imiko, in order to show you that I am really sorry, how about we go out tonight? As friends of course, I saw this interesting French Cafe over in the town while I was travelling to the school. Why don't we go there, my treat?"

The moment that Vashiel said it was his treat he realized the mistake he had made. Imiko always ate lots, he would have to dig into his savings to pay for what ever meal they might get. Bye Bye motorcycle... crying That thought ran through his mind, but he thought that spending money of a new friend might be more worthwhile in the long run anyways.