Ivan breathed, silent for a moment, his bloody leg twitching. He lifted his head, trying to catch a look at Kry. The rythmitic rubbing on his back forced him to lower his head once more, abs spasming a third time. He sucked in air, closing his eyes, listening to the tune absently. He smiled almost sadly. It was such a nice tune. It reminded him of the piano in the parlor back home.

Kry continued to hum, but for a moment both his hands left Ivan's body..there was a sound of ripping cloth soon after that Kry was wrapping a strip of what looked to be a part of his shirt around Ivan's wound. He wrapped it tightly but not quite tight enough to cinch all blood flow. Then that hand was back on Ivan's back and his other hand gently massaged the area above Ivan's wound, alternating to the area below the wound every so often..it was almost rythmic. Kry spent the same amount of time massaging the areas above and below Ivan's wound. He counted the seconds off in his head. All the while he continued to hum that gentle soothing song.

Ivan found that the nausea was coming less and less, the bleeding in his leg having been stopped. Must've been the blood loss. Soon, he raised his head, pushing back against Kry's hand, bringing them face to face. He found his lips connecting with the other's forehead, a tiny smile on his pale face. He held his lips there for a second, eyes half closed as he watched birds flit about along teh grass, Kry's red hair blurry in his eyes.

Azriel turned, his black coat fanning around his legs.
"Alright then. Sit back and enjoy the fireworks."

Both arms wrapped around Ivan's torso when the young man kissed his forehead. Kry's eyes were closed tightly..No one needed to see the emotion there, not even Ivan. He hugged Ivan tightly almost protectively. He had been scared, though he didn't want to admit that to himself or anyone else, but Kry had feared for Ivan's safety, no, his very life. ".....I will kill them for hurting you.." He growled out the words as a harsh whisper. His eyes remained closed, and he moved his head slightly, and then. His lips pressed against Ivans. It was a hard kiss, but an unenjoyable one..it was just..how he was. A hard kiss full of raw emotions that seldomly got let out. A kiss full of passion and just a fraction of the anger and fear that he still felt.

Ivan felt his eyes widen, felt his body stiffen under the odd touch. His body screamed to push Kry away, but he couldn't. He couldn't bring his arms up or even find teh strength to turn his head away. Oh well. He returned the kiss, leaning into the red-haired boy, closing his own eyes. A smile etched itself across his lips, his arms finally able to move as he grabbed ahold of the smaller boy's shoulders, squeezing hard.

Azriel walked into the headmaster's office and slapped a paper down on his desk. Azriel smiled and spoke, his voice dripping with malice,
"I'm handing in my resignation sir, too bad you wont get to read it."
The man's intelligent blue eyes sparked behind his glasses and he flipped backwards over his chair. His entire right arm was encased in a silver armor that resembled mercury, it seemed to be elegantly forged and glowing symbols danced along it's length. It brought to mind the armor elves wear in fantasy books. A long thin blade of the same material extended from the man's wrist and it was dripping with a black substance. Azriel's grin widened as black blood trickled from a gash from his forehead to his chin.
"You shouldn't have done that."
A drop of the black blood hit the floor and instantly the room was completely devoid of light. Azriel chuckled, his eyes glowing bright in the darkness.
"Viva La Revolución"
The headmaster screamed but his scream was cut off with a squelching noise as his head was ripped from his body.

Kry's body went tense, a low grunt in his throat as Ivan squeezed his shoulders. He broke the kiss, pulling his lips away from Ivans at the same time he grabbed Ivan's hand and pulled it away from his bruised shoulder. Purple eyes were open and just slightly wide at the unexpected pain. He turned his head, looking away from Ivan with just slight annoyance written on his features. He let go of the boy's hand and gingerly rubbed his bruised shoulder.

Ivan blinked, confusion muddling his eyes before his jaw teightened and his body tensed. "Oh...I'm sorry бабочка...I forgot..." he whispered, turning away, a large blush on his pale face. He blinked, perking as a blonde man dressed in green tromped toward them, his mouth held in a hard line, eyes locked with Ivan's leg. Oh....the health teacher.

Tarence couldn't stand it. Those three...God, he didn't even want to know, didn't CARE. He ahd at least seen that Christian kid slip a vine, a VINE, into that Russian kid's leg, bound him up. And Grey ha dbeen right there, goddammit! What the fuck were those three up to!? His eye twitched a she reached the two on the ground, eyes narrowing over the blood-crusted wound. He had a patient here. That's what he needed to focus on.

(Uh...hi...man, I need to start getting on Menewsha more...*ashamed*)

A loud explosion echoed from the cafeteria area, followed by a chorus of screams. Azriel smiled, it seemed Sebastian had already set his part of the plan into motion.

Kry didn't care anymore about those boys or their dumb revolution. He had his own plans of things somewhat like that. Those boys were too ambitious they would probably fail before too long. "It's alright.." He muttered as he turned his head to look at Ivan, almost ready to kiss him again. Kry liked kisses it seemed...he pushed that thought away and followed Ivan's gaze to the man that was approaching them. "Keh." It was more a noise of irratation than anything else, rather uncermoniously but not to hard, Kry pushed Ivan out of his lap and stood. Moving between Ivan and the man. Purple eyes narrowed and blazing, he radiated pure menace. "Go. Away."

Tarence looked up, narrowing his eyes. He stood straight, shorter than Kry by at least an inch. "He's hurt," he hissed, narrowing his eyes. "If you don't want him to get infected, you'll--" He was cut off, eyes widening as the sounds of screams and an explosion screeched not far from him, his mouth going dry--there was blood, so much blood, and the man wasn't moving anymore, he had to move on. The place was a wreck, screams and gunshots and mud and death and shratnel everywhere, torsos without heads, men without legs and arms and they were screaming so bloody loud--he was on his knees, hands covering his ears as he trembled, trying to block out teh noises, to control the fear, to stop the memories.

Ivan jerked at the sudden boom, feeling his chest clench and heart jump. He was on his feet in a moment, glaring in the direction of the cafeteria. He glanced at Kry, narrowing his multi-colored eyes. "I'll be back, бабочка," he murmured, limp-running toward teh shattered building. He wanted to know what was happening.

"That's none of your business...I can take care of him just fine." His body tensed, jerking slightly at the explosion. He turned, his eyes just slightly wide, only a hint of the surprise he felt. He stared towards the cafeteria and when Ivan got up to run off, he reached, he grabbed for Ivan's arm, "No!!" he missed by an inch. He glanced over his shoulder at the teacher..the man seemed to be in pain. Kry reached down and shoved the man hard. "Get over it...whatever it is..deal with it." He turned and chased after Ivan..it wasn't hard to catch up to him afterall the boy's leg was injured and he was limping. Kry caught Ivan around the waist and pulled him close. Momentarily stopping him, he pulled Ivan's arm over his shoulder. "It's dangerous." He began to help Ivan towards the commotion.

Ivan jerked, beginning tp punch Kry's back. "Oi! бабочка! Put me down!" he cried, parctically whining. "I can walk...."

Tarence stood, turning his head. The red-haired man had shoom him out of his stupor, his memories. He needed to thank the man later. His eyes narrowed. That Russian kid wasbe carried off, toward the wreckage. He clicked his tongue, glaring after him. He should follow, but he was, truthfully, afraid; afraid of the screams and thrashing bodies. Afraid of what he might find.

(God...I'm too tired for this...*goes to get caffeine*)

Sebastian sat atop a gigantic many jointed snake-like puppet. He flicked his wrist and the puppet's tail slammed through another portion of the cafeteria, causing a significant section of the roof to collapse. Sebastian's keen eyes were the only things keeping anyone from getting hurt badly. This display was meant to be a show of power, a demonstration of what they could do. Sebastian smiled as his memory flickered a few days into the past.

"You know, we really don't have a name for our little group..."
Azriel turned, his eyes interested for once.
"You're right, anything in mind?"
Sebastian smirked, holding up a small book.
"How about 'The Order of Rozen Kreuz'? I've always liked that name."
Azriel chuckled and showed a picture from one of the pages.
"No wonder, this guy reminds me of you..."