<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rtjTRKO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Akiyama Amaya<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Akiyama's dorm room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Megumi Shika<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First day of School; Night Time<br/><hr/><br/>As with earlier, Amaya's ideas conflicted Megumi's optimistic response greatly. She saw no future for herself, and admittedly, very little for Megumi. They would forever be considered freaks, it was merely how the world operated. One would have thought that superiority would be seen as a means to advance, but instead, all it had proven to show is that even the most mundane of humans have strains of heartlessness in the bottom of their hearts. However, Amaya was in no mood to further discuss it, it would only strain their friendship, since Amaya had no intention of changing her ways in that regard, and, fairly, she had no desire to change the way Megumi thought on it. Her optimism was enviable, though her realism was far more reliable, even if fate was a cruel mistress.<br/><br/>It was relieving to know that Megumi held no grudge for what had taken place in the auditorium. While the response was more or less what Amaya had expected, it was relieving to have it reassured.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm happy it doesn't bother you. The bed I made for you is right over here"</strong>Amaya said, leading her on towards it.<strong>"I'll be up for a bit reading, if I went to bed now, even if a bit tired, I'd wind up wide awake at four. I'll stop if it bothers you though, so just tell me, same goes if you need something"</strong>Amaya stated, letting Megumi undress and get ready for bed while she fished out her reading material. A small stack of thin magazines she'd likely peek at, a maths book she probably wouldn't touch, and a book on kanji, the one she'd most likely turn to. Her Japanese knowledge as far as reading went was below average, she was well aware of that. Same went for most subjects admittedly, and while some mattered less than others, reading was vital enough to dedicate time to knocking it into her head. And the magazines made for a nice break, even if they weren't as good of an exercise as a proper book would have been.<br/><br/>And thus the night started. Amaya left the lights on, it didn't matter much after all. She needed the lights and with Megumi's heavy duty blindfold would keep it all blocked out, so it was fair as was.<strong>"Goodnight Megumi, and again, thanks for listening to me"</strong>Whilst her smile would be nowhere to be seen, the lightness in Amaya's voice would reflect positive emotions just as well.