<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff123/Scrapper349/th_Russell.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Russell Davis<br/>Dining Hall<br/>Tagged: Sashira and Yuri</strong><br/><br/><br/>Russell set his plate and cutlery in the drying rack at the serving counter after he'd finished his meal.<em>If the food's normally this good I don't think I'll ever be able to look at another cafeteria Stateside again!</em>he thought with satisfaction as he began making his way back to his seat.<em>Now if only the headmistress or head teacher or whoever's in charge of this orientation tour would get here and get things moving!</em><br/><br/>As the young man headed back to his seat he caught sight of a head of distinctive red hair. Turning his head Russell smiled as the presence of a pair of bat wings confirmed the identity of the redhead in question. Sashira was looking as sexy as she had been when he had first kissed her, and Russell's mind drifted into forbidden territory as he thought about how he'd go about taking things between them further than they'd gone in their shared room.<em> Gotta take things slow if the way she bolted is any sign,</em>the dark-haired youth thought as he continued to watch the half-succubus. And then his body tensed, his eyes narrowed slightly and the smile vanished from his face like morning dew in a blast furnace. It wasn't the fact that she was walking alongside a young man with purple hair, or even the fact that she was talking with him, that had sparked Russell's anger.<br/><br/>It was the fact that the two of them were holding hands.<br/><br/><em>Hold your horses, partner. She's not your girlfriend so you've got no right to charge in and kick the guy's teeth in,</em>Russell's conscience urged him. Still he was barely able to keep from clenching his fists in anger. He wanted Sashira badly, and the idea of another guy making moves on a girl he'd set his sights on pissed him off.<em>Besides it's only been fifteen minutes, twenty minutes tops. It's not like they could have done more than talk with how jumpy Sashira was when I touched her - what the <strong>hell?</strong></em>his mind gibbered as the pair sat down together at one of the tables and he caught sight of the hickey on the succubus' neck.<em>Okay, that doesn't make sense! She ran off like a spooked rabbit as soon as I touched her tail, and less than half an hour later <strong>this</strong> has happened?? Seriously, what the fuck?</em><br/><br/>Russell forced himself to take several deep breaths to try and rein in his surging temper. What he had felt when he had seen his little succubus -<em>his,</em>dammit! - holding another man's hand had been anger. What he felt now could only be described as incandescent fury. Deep down he knew that, even if Sashira had been a virgin as he'd thought back in his room, there was no way she qualified now with that mark on her neck and the way she blushed and smiled as her companion stroked her thigh under the table.<em>Christ, they look like they're about to go at it right here and now!</em>he thought in disbelief.<br/><br/>It was time to crash the party.<br/><br/>Breathing in a steady rhythm was a trick that Russell Davis had used in the past to help him keep his mercurial temper in check, and it was one he was using now as he walked towards the table where his roommate and her companion were sitting. The problem was that there was only so much anger and tension that can be controlled by purely physical means, and Russell had plenty left over at the thought of the unknown man tracing his hand over Sashira's thigh. Still, the dark-haired young man kept the anger from his face as he made his way over to the table where his roommate sat. "Hey there, Sashira," he greeted her as he sat down across from her, forcing a smile to grace his lips. Only the icy hue of his eyes gave a hint to the churning emotions he held in check. "So, who's your new friend?" he asked, tilting his head at Yuri as he tried to keep the razor's edge from his voice.