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He knew she was depressed. Hell, two women were. He didn’t know which to go to. He voted for the one who ran, usually when people were depressed they tried stupid things. He didn’t want such a beauty to go to waste. The woman who was crying more than likely wouldn’t do anything while he was gone. After all, she was surrounded by people, people that hopefully cared.

With a nod, more to himself than anyone else he quickly dashed after the woman, using the wind to propel him faster. He didn’t know where she went; he couldn’t find her she did have a head start. However, he had one small advantage that others wouldn’t; He was a wind user. Slowly he began to focus his thoughts, concentrate on the woman’s scent. Within a matter of moments he smelt her, he knew where she was, the roof. Like crazy he dashed off in that direction, hoping to stop a disaster.

Pushing open the door he sighed, a sigh of relief. She was still in one piece, hopefully she would still be for the rest of the night then he could rest easy. “Milady, is something troubling you?” He asked rather concerned, he didn’t know her but he couldn’t let her do anything stupid. “I assume it has something to do with that woman’s message? Would you like to talk about it?” He moved closer, putting himself between her and the ledge.

Still crying Mandy sniffled softly. She couldn’t allow this to happen. She couldn’t allow people to see her like this. Wiping away her tears she stood up, however, her eyes were red from the crying. She didn’t care, you could only see if you got close. Climbing down from the DJ booth she walked over to Tai and offered a small smile. “S-Sir, C-Can we talk?” She asked looking at the ground before he could see into her eyes.

With a small smile he dipped into another bow and headed towards the door. “As you wish ma’am, just promise me you will not jump. Depression can be a hard thing on anyone and often leads to suicide.” Turning the handle slowly he stopped and looked back at the woman. “If I may, my name is Shou, Shou Yaso. If you ever need anything, anything I mean. I am your man, and good evening.” Before she could reply he opened the door and stepped through, descending the stairs swiftly.

Once he was far enough away he leaned against the wall and sighed softly. He was rejected, how couldn’t she want him? Then, it clicked. She was depressed and depression made people do stupid things, like turning him down. He smiled and nodded to himself; that had to be it. After all, there were other fish in the sea, and he would try again later on. After all, why try and make a move on a depressed woman?

Riku looked up after playing his fifth song, and noticed that Aurelia, who had disappeared earlier, was still yet to be back. Picking up the mic again, he spoke into it, "Alright Ball goers, I'm taking a break and tossing this on shuffle. When I get back, expect a Riku special: Winter Ball Dance Off!" He signed off as a few people cheered, and he left to go outside. Where would Aurelia go... right! The roof! She always chose that for their meeting spot, maybe she'd be there.

Emerging from the stairs, he saw Aurelia with a somewhat depressed looking form. "Hey, Aurelia..." He slowly said, walking just as slowly. "Jay's death shook you a bit hard... right?"


Tai looked down at Mandy's hair and slid his glasses up. She was obviously a bit battered by her cousins death, no doubt about that. But, the limit of his comforting was limited, so why she chose him out of everyone else was beyond him. "Sure, we can talk." He replied to her shaky, and cracked voice.

Aurelia stopped, wondering how long he had been there since she had not heard him. Bringing her head up she wiped her face couldn't respond. "Why...why did he kill himself?" She whimpered. "I don't get it...Was it something I did? Did I miss something?" Crying she brushed her hair off of her face, some of her hair wet from her tears. "I...I should have seen it..." Aurelia sunk down even further, but kept down the folds of her dress for modesty's sake. Right now she just wanted to sink down into a hole and wallow there.

With a smile on his face Shou again gliding into the cafeteria, he might have gotten rejected but there was an ocean of possibilities lying in wait at the ball. He kept gliding, women looking at him causing their men to give them and him dirty looks. He didn’t blame the women, after all how couldn’t you want to look at perfection in all its glory? The men though, were jealous; he knew it and thrived on it. At least he’d made his mark on the school already.

Gliding, slowly he kept moving, not wanting to stay still. As he was passing the tables a woman dressed all in black save for her burgandy dress, caught his eye. She was wearing a corset dress, and from the looks of it she had ample chest room. Maybe my night wasn’t a complete waste after all. His smile got bigger as he moved towards her, rather soundlessly until he stood behind her.

Softly he placed his hands on her shoulders and took a breath. “Milady, one who radiates beauty such as yours should not be alone on a day that allows your true beauty to shine.” Slowly be allowed his feet to touch the ground, coming down on the balls of his feet rolling back slowly until he was standing fully on his feet. “I mean, if you are waiting for a man that is understandable. However, to leave a woman as beautiful as you sitting all alone, that is a shame.” He smiled as he walked in front of her and dipped into a low bow. “My name is Shou Yaso, a pleasure to meet you Milady.” Taking a seat beside her he listened to the music waiting for her to talk.

Stella being Stella was inappropriately dressed for the Ball, not that she cared too much anyway, she was headmistress no one was going to say anything about it, to her face at least. The young headmistress of the school was dressed in a warm tight fitting black turtleneck, and very skinny grey jeans, and knee high black stiletto boots. Grey eye shadow and eyeliner was all she needed to look like a femme fatale. A quick glance at the clock told her that she was late for the Ball, but the young woman took her time before she left her quarters.

Her boots dropped a subtle drumbeat on the tiled hallways as she leisurely made her way to the cafeteria where the ball was being held. As the black clad headmistress made her entrance into the balls, she got quite a few admiring glances from the students, and disproving stares from the teachers for not wearing festive clothing.

She had just plopped herself down into an open chair at the teacher's table when Mandy, the Black Knight Rook made an announcement that the boy that had jumped from the window and burst into flame was dead. As a hush of silence ensued, the new fire teacher, Karii rushed over to the girl who was sobbing on the floor. The mood for the ball was now ruined and Stella didn't quite know what to do. Like before with Trey she didn't know how to handle herself around people in grief. I suppose I'll just have to hire a bunch of grief counselors once the holidays are over. I'll put that in the announcements tomorrow. The twenty one year old thought rather lamely as she watched Karii lead the girl out of the cafeteria from her seat at the table.

When the red haired teacher returned she laid her head down on the table. Curious as to what was wrong and wanting to know what had happened to the boys cousin, Stella silently appeared at the woman's side placing a cold hand on the woman's shoulder. " Are you alright Karii?" The slim black haired woman asked in her English accented voice.

Fire is only as dangerous as you let it be. - Unknown

Hayden stood against the wall in the winter themed room that had gone from a cheerful event to a rather depressing atmosphere. He sighed, his hand going up to his check where a red hand mark still faintly burned. Behind his golden mask, his bright blue eyes searched the crowd for Astin though she had made herself very clear that morning that he wasn't to do anything just for the night. He shifted in his all black tux its golden tie standing out among the black irrated that he was so useless since he couldn't watch over Astin.

Though he knew if anything got to troublesome he would have to break his word and probably end up with a matching mark on the other side of his face. Sighing as the music shifted to a slower song he walked over to the table filled with drinks and toke one, sipping from it as he scanned the room looking for someone to keep his attention away from Astin.

"For a tree to become tall it must grow tough roots among the rocks." - Friedrich Nietzsche