Adell plucked out a few sheets of wool cloth from a neatly-folded pile next to his bed. One went around his chest, bound but gently so to keep his nipples from chafing into his uniform. A pair of these cloths went around his waist. It was a little warm for this, but this helped reduce his 'hourglass figure' when clothed. Adell had not been discovered yet, or spotted, as far as he knew, but there was little reason give them any rationale to.<br/><br/>His uniform, school jacket and pants went on next. Looking at the mirror, Adell smiled. His appearance passed. His face was free of any thick facial hair that even the prettiest of boys would get and shave, and his hands were still somewhat soft, but no one ever suspected otherwise of the contents of his pants.<br/><br/>Adell exited his dormitory, quickly brushing past a gaggle of male students gossiping about something he barely overheard. A short, blonde-haired boy waved at him on the way to class, and he nodded lightly in acknowledgement. Silas Houdin. A useful person if you wanted to listen to hours of excited lectures about the supernatural, but an otherwise passable student. Still, Adell had a mysterious fondness for him for reasons unknown to all but the divine. Maybe it was the female part of him that found him adorable.<br/><br/>As he continued walking to class, his slow, clicking footsteps began to drown out every noise he could hear. The laughter of students in chatter became softer. All he could hear was his breathing, and the beating of his heart.<br/><br/>"Wait... a..."<br/><br/>Adell's self-spoken words were cut short by the scream of a young lady. A student from his school, most likely. He heard her, nearby, but whoever screamed wasn't in sight. Sucking in a deep breath of air, he ran towards the scream, and stopped just as he turned the corner.<br/><br/>A blonde-haired young student was on the ground, with another girl pressing her body against the ground. A second girl held a fencing sword in her hands, though the way she gripped it told Adell that the sword did not belong to her. A few more students surrounded a gruesome, female corpse, torn apart at the chest to reveal so much nothing was left to the imagination.<br/><br/>It was time to act a little manly, thought Adell. The crowd was hysterical, he knew. But the first person upon the scene, likely the blonde-haired girl, was not the killer. Brushing his hair to let his purple eyes shine out a bit more, he strode forward.<br/><br/>"Let her go. She cannot be the killer," said Adell, staring down at the girl holding Tomika down.<br/><br/>"She has a sword," the girl replied. She tried to glare back, but there was fear in her eyes. Anyone could see that. Exploiting fear was an ungentlemanly thing, but her fear could save the girl she had held hostage.<br/><br/>Adell grabbed the sword from the other girl, and drew it from its sheath. Holding it up to the two girls, and just about everyone else, he pointed at it. "No blood. That mess would have left a lot of blood on the sword. Furthermore..."<br/><br/>His eyes focused on the body of the girl. The ribs were cut open. The sword had to go through bone, if it was the murder weapon. "Can this sword even cut through bone?"<br/><br/>Adell pointed at the dead body. A few of the onlookers looked in the direction of the corpse, though the two girls who accosted Tomika winced at the mere thought. With a grin, he sheathed the sword and thumped the scabbard onto the floor. He imagined it to be like the sound of a judge's gavel.<br/><br/>"This is a fencing weapon. Meant to pierce, not cut. Any other questions?"<br/><br/>The girl on top of Tomika grinned sheepishly and stood up. As she paced away to melt into the crowd of onlookers, Adell went to Tomika's side and knelt down to look at her.<br/><br/>"You okay?" he asked, extending a hand to Tomika. "It must have been really messed up to see that happen."<br/><br/>Class would be cancelled today. Two murders happen on the same day. The first one was hushed up. The second one could never be. If this girl, the only witness to the second murder, was to be questioned fruitlessly by police and campus staff after that, Adell wanted to be the next to do so, and with more productive methods.