"Alright class, we have a transfer student! She hasn't discovered her power yet, so please be kind and welcome her." A bright female voice rang out into a classroom of about 15 or so kids. 6-7 years old. The teacher, a woman with dark purple hair and a kind smile, rested her hand gently on Liliana's shoulder. Liliana flinched slightly, glanced down at her shoes. She wore a pastel pink school skirt, with a white top and pastel pink ribbon. It was the girl's outfit for this particular school. Her stockings where white with a pastel pink stripe at the top. She shifted uncomfortably as she felt the stares of the other students. 

   She hadn't gotten used to wearing actual clothes yet. That was still new to her. This was all new, and scary. Terrifying, even. Scarier than- "Liliana, would you like to introduce yourself?" The teacher's song like voice interrupted Liliana's thoughts. Her eyes gazed through her bangs, her braids on either side of her head. Liliana stay silent. Several awkward minutes passed until the teacher cleared her throat, nudging Liliana forward. "Right, so, go ahead and sit at desk 3!" She chirped, smiling at Liliana. Liliana nervously shuffled her way to the first row of desks and felt panic tighten up her throat. 3? What did 3 look like? Liliana glanced around the room for a split second, and saw some kids whispering to each other.

   "Look, she doesn't even know what the number 3 is!" A rather loud voice called out mockingly. Liliana's eyes widened as she looked up at who had said that. It was a boy, in a dark blue school boy uniform. His top button was undone and his inky black hair was unkempt. He has yellow eyes that clashed with his complexion. He was standing on his chair, pointing his finger at Liliana. She felt heat rush to her face and looked down, embarrassed. The stares of the classroom stung like knives on fire. A few classmates started to giggle. 

   The teacher sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, her violet hair braided on the side. "Akuma Akui! How many times do I have to tell you that a chair is to be sat on, not stood on!" She sighed in annoyance. She pointed to the desk next to Liliana briskly, and began the lesson on Japanese history and culture. Liliana set her books down and slide into the chair, avoiding everyone's gaze. The teacher, Mrs. Yui, rambled on about the culture and beliefs of Japan and it's people. 

   Liliana looked up and paid as close attention as she could. The past year, her mother had hired a Japanese tutor to teach her how to read and speak Japanese. Liliana knew the basics and enough to understand conversations, so she qualified to join school. She struggled with numbers though. As the lesson went on, Liliana took notes, shutting out the whispers and glares of her fellow classmates. This was okay, she could do this. Learning was fun. Better than being home. 

   Eventually the lesson came to a pause, with Mrs. Yui putting her piece of chalk down. "Alright, students. Time to eat, grab your lunches and make your way to the lunch room." She instructed, opening the door. A sudden array of noises hit Liliana's ears. She glanced around in confusion as everyone began to reach into their bags and grab bento boxes and whatever else they had brought. Students started clicking and some went into groups or pairs and made their way into the ever growing hallway. Liliana glanced down at her bag and realized she hadn't brought anything to eat. 

   A pair of black shoes appeared before Liliana's view, causing her to glance up. It was that boy who was making fun of her earlier. He tilted to the side and grinned. "No lunch? You must be poor! Haha, look everyone! The new girl doesn't have anything to eat!" He laughed out loud, stopping the students in their places. Liliana felt the knives again, and tried shrinking. As if on queue, the students laughed and giggled. "I can't believe her parents didn't bring her food." "Poor girl, she's so weird." "Stay away from her, she'll curse you to never speak again!" 

   Akuma gingerly reached down and picked her bag up, opening it. "What's in here then, bones?" He continued, digging his hand into her bag. Liliana's brows furrowed and she reached out for her bag gently. He snatched it away and put his foot on her chair, his yellow eyes darkened with annoyance. "Hey, don't touch me! You're gonna curse me to never speak, like you!" He scoffed, and shoved the bag into her torso. Her back hit the bar and made her wince. 

   "Akuma, that's it. You're sitting in here for lunch, with me." Mrs. Yui snapped, glaring him down. Akuma groaned, throwing his head back. His head whipped towards Liliana. "What about her?" He complained. Mrs. Yui sighed as she pulled her food out. "Liliana, you can take a book and go to the cafeteria." Liliana waited for Akuma to step back, and shuffled out of her chair, picking up the contents of her bag quickly. Mrs. Yui had begone eating and was reading something as Liliana was making her way out. She felt a hard tug on one of her braids, and she jumped, freezing in terror. 

   "You got me in trouble. You're gonna pay," He growled in annoyance as he raised a leg and planted it on her back, letting go of her braid and pushing her down. She felt a cold, sharp pain hit her knees, causing her scars to ache. Mrs. Yui looked up, about to say something. "She tripped, I'll help her up!" Akuma called back, and Mrs. Yui smiled and went back to her book. Akuma shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned his face near Liliana's ear. "If you say a word." He whispered, kicking her bag away and walking out of the classroom. The last thing she heard before shutting out the sound was his laughing.