tonight, we are young » ki

It was no kept secret that Ki was a force to be reckoned with within the academy walls, nor was it very much of a secret that she was practically a serial killer in the making or a future supervillan or dictator just waiting to happen. The knowledge she had in her brain given to her from her harsh upbringing combined with her unquestionable ability to execute the knowledge she had in her head. All she lacked was the spark; the motivation to set forth down one of the obvious paths.

But that was never going to happen.

She could do it, she was fairly sure. If she wanted, it wouldn’t be very hard. People were odd things, but odd things that were easily enough to manipulate. Her father had taught her all about that. She had such potential and she knew this too. Old business associates of her father’s contacted her some days, asking for her… expertise, or offering her a part of their business if she would help them make their dreams a reality. People had a bad habit of assuming things. Uneducated guesses judging by one small factor or another without taking everything else into account. Ki didn’t like those assumptions. Most especially when they were about her.

It didn’t matter if it was by people within the school or the big bosses of underworlds around the globe that had seen what her father had done, and what had happened to him. Most people were the same. They judged too quickly without prodding deeper. Outside of the academy walls, people assumed her to be an emotionless robot; whose main function was killing and destroying. They thought she was the perfect little weapon of mass destruction created by her father to be exactly that, right down to a computerized brain. They thought… well, they thought things that were wrong and that Ki could never even bring herself to consider without wanting to snap someone’s spine.

They likely also thought that; now that she was crimson, she would be that much more bloodthirsty and that much more important to get on a short leash before she went messing with their businesses.

And within the academy, she was Eris incarnate. None knew for sure that she’d butchered a few hundred and enjoyed it before she started to attend the academy unless they had connections to asia’s dark underbelly, but it was very clear people at least thought something along those lines about her. Though then again, her scare tactics and use of projectiles, explosives as well as her foul temperament were probably major players in giving her fellow student body that impression.

And now that she was crimson, they were probably all waiting for her to snap and go off the deep end, go on a killing spree and then need to be put down.

But they didn’t know things. Though it was somewhat common knowledge that she had a major role in the occurrence of all the truly memorable “pranks” to go down on school property, what most never seemed to realize was attached onto that was that she was kept in line. The pack… her friends… though it was usually Sephora for the most part, her and Raea… they toned her down. Her nature was too destructive and if she had been left on her own, the academy likely would have been reduced to rubble years ago.

And a secret none would ever be permitted to know? Since becoming a crimson, Ki was now actually determined to be at least a somewhat decent person.

But nobody actually needed to know that.

Being the scariest student on campus definitely had its perks as far as Ki was concerned. Her room was on the main floor of the campus, a room she now had to herself. Raea’s room and whoever the fuck she shared her dorm with was in the room to her left, and on the room to her right, that was now Cris’ room she had to herself. Ki didn’t actually know who else was on their floor, nor did she care to know, but she did know that none of the other girls ever got loud enough to be annoying and never threw parties.

That was actually something Ki had taken care of within her first year at the academy. The first time someone threw a party in their room, Ki walked right into the party, right up to the girls whose room it was, put a knife to the more authorative of the two and told her in the sweetest voice with the cutest smile on her face, that if anyone else on their floor ever made enough noise to piss her off starting from that very moment, she would gut them like a fish, and then burn them alive.

She’d gone into excessive detail about how she would do it of course, and after such, she asked if she had made her point and then walked right back out with an almost childish bounce to her step.

Well, if that couldn’t make a point, what would?

Sad as it is to say, that would be a fond memory for Ki. She enjoyed when her peers understood how terribly unwise it was to cross her or mess with her. She was a deadly little thing and it was only fair that others be forewarned so as not to lose their lives. It wasn’t power, of course. Power was the equation of knowledge plus the ability to use it multiplied by the will and drive to make it happen. Often confused with control, though the two did tend to go hand in hand more often than not. Power stretched further then control did, that was the biggest differing factor… to Ki’s mental math that is.

Ki had a lot on her mind lately. There was a lot to think about. So many things to consider…

Lately, Ki found herself questioning the worth of things, researching other things, her natural talents only got her so far after all. However, failure to succeed in her goals was not an option.

Though her sister might have disagreed, some people just needed to die. Life was simply too good for them. But then sometimes, though life was too good for someone, so was death. So then where did that leave the person?

The correct answer is by destroying them; utterly and completely. One had to destroy someone emotionally and mentally, and then and only then was it suitable to put them through months of the most agonizing torture imaginable. Only when the target had become broken beyond compare, to the point where they knew what it felt like to be happy or content no longer was it time to kill them.

That was something she reserved only for traitors, however. Traitors and those who harmed or killed the things that mattered most to her… though in all technicality, they were people.

Her friends… no one was allowed to fuck with her friends. Nobody was allowed to pick on Justin outside of their circle of friends, no one was allowed to try and bully Raea into doing their homework, no one was allowed to win a fight with Lightning, and most especially, no one was allowed to kidnap and torture her friends.

And this was why this random vampire… this Julian needed to die.

Ki had a long list of things she needed to take care of before she even considered slamming out some of the assignments she missed (because that was how she was doing not all that bad in all her classes: she treated it like a college or university; only showing up for tests or exams but always handing in assignments and projects and such on time), but finding this mysterious “Julian” that tortured her friends and violently butchering him happened to be at the top of her list. She wasn’t simply going to give up on this, she wasn’t the type to quit when her rage was her drive, and this suit-wearing ass-monkey would pay for what he had done if it was the last thing Ki would ever do, and that was the end of that.

There was one good lead that Ki had. She could go wring out info on the ass-monkey from one of his little tools… who had happened to be Sephora’s ex…

Ki was also fairly sure that served as more incentive to knock the shit out of blondie.

However, out of respect to Sephora, Ki had promised herself she would leave dealing with puppet-boy as a last resort and try to find information through the internet first. Which wasn’t working out so well.

Aside from when she got pulled out of her room by friends or left of her own accord to gather materials she needed for her next big project, this was virtually all she had been up to for… well, a while. She had no sense of time to begin with, so asking her what time of day it was would require checking the date and time on her laptop, which she was seated in front of at her desk, typing away clad in her version of nightwear; a several sizes too large for her men’s shirt in black with a phrase that happened to amuse her on its front, and the shirt happened to fit her more like a short dress, revealing the now crimson dragon crawling up her leg to the whole world.

The knock at the door fazed her of course, though most wouldn’t have realized it. She did not turn to face the door nor did she exhibit any physical signs of having noticed that someone was knocking at her bedroom door. Instead, she closed down the window on her desktop that she was working on and switched to another program she had open. She put a camera and mike outside her bedroom door years ago and could access the footage from her desktop. She was border-lining on paranoid and had been raised to be nothing less than such, though few knew that little fact too.

One of her eyebrows quirked upwards seeing Avis outside her bedroom door, but never the less, Ki gestured to Kokoro to get up and open the door for the azure vampire. She went back to her work, doing what little bit of digging she could manage as she waited for the sound of Kokoro to cross across the “organized mess” of her room and get up on her hind legs to push the handle of the door downwards to open it herself. Kokoro was large enough to reach, fully grown and fatty snow-leopard that she was. The click of the door opening had her turn her chair away from her desktop and to the slightly older vampire at her doorway with a twisted smile; one of her more usual smiles by comparison.
“Hey fossil, what’s the occasion?” Her smirk was amused, her tone teasing, and though half of her wanted nothing more than to get back to her work, a small part of her was glad for the break that Avis’ presence offered. Avis was… well, kinda a friend, maybe a bit of a big-sister figure too. However, trust was a big thing for Ki, and so few in this world were truly trustworthy nowadays.