Just another fake.

Seiken hated people.

He knew that was true, he hated them- he hated this place. It was so loud, so complicated, everyone was so fake with their feelings. You had to be exactly what everyone expected you too- so much so that it forced you into a shell. That outlook is what forced someone as interesting, cute, and unique as Emily to hide behind a mask. He hated a world that did that to someone, to crush someones very individuality, creativity, their very persona- purely because it wasn't the "usual".

But as much as he hated this place, he hated himself far more. So, he stayed. He stayed because Emily made him interested because she helped him relax because he liked her. He stayed because he had promised his father, as he lay dying in his arms from the wound he had given him, that he would try to make a life for himself. His father had left him everything, he would be spitting on his grave if he just left it all and gave up.

But the more he looked at these people, the more he hated them.

These were the thoughts that plagued his mind, because, at the moment, he was annoyed. Beyond annoyed.

"Leave me alone," he growled in annoyance, running a hand down his face. The massive man was surrounded by people, nearly twice as tall as most of them (literally), and several times larger in muscle. Freshmen that wanted him to "tutor them on basketball". Cheerleaders that wanted to know more about their captain's boyfriend, and what he had done to break her "shy" shell. A teachers aid that was trying to tell him if he didn't bring his grades up, he couldn't be in the Basketball Team for much longer. The list just kept going.

They were loud. They hurt his ears. They were rude. They were expecting him to act like every other "star player" just because he was one. Well, they would be surely disappointed. Growling, he yanked his varsity jacket out of the hand of one of the overly-touchy cheerleaders, that he could quite clearly smell the pheromones coming off, too bad- he was Emily's. "Enough, leave me alone, I get it," he snapped at the teacher's aid, causing him to shrink back as the young man's fangs flashed in the light.

In a huff, with a sweep of his massive tree limb like arm, he made a path out of them and stalked through the small crowd. Why the hell couldn't they just leave him alone? He'd only joined to be with Emily. It was true, Basketball and Martial Arts used to be his life, one of the few things he could do with Hai that had been truly fun, but that was a long time ago. He had no love for the sport anymore, and he didn't even try in the damn games. He was just so much better than everyone else that he won easily anyway.

He just wanted to be alone, damn it. He didn't want to deal with all these fakes that just wanted to be friends with him for their own benefits- or to hurt him or Emily, especially the later.

Seiken had escaped, to a degree, he had wandered through the crowd and perched himself on the nearest stone fencing at the border of the field. Anytime anyone tried to approach, he gave them a look that only predators gave prey, feline eyes glowing a dim light, face blank- he didn't need to frown. He knew that what put these people off, was when he embraced his true nature, when he acted like he knew he should- when he acted like the animal he knew he was. An animal willing to slaughter his own parents. An animal willing to kill the only man to trust him.

He didn't need to "glare" he didn't need to "frown". He just had to look at them, the same way he had looked at the zebra and gazel in the plains- humans were prey. No matter how much they tried to pretend they were the "top of the food chain" they were just good at two things: Being cowards, and breeding. The combination is what allowed them to take the world over- and even the students here, all these non-humans, had forgotten the rules of nature. They may as well be humans in their minds.

Humans were prey. When they were faced with a predators look, they became skittish, and they left. He had learned this trick quickly when they began crowding around him, and it was extremely effective. It always worked. Even Emily got skittish and submissive when he did it to her.

It always worked.

So. Why the fuck. Was this fake bastard standing in front of him smiling, offering a hand to him like he had just called him over with a smile?

Seiken was confounded. Confused. Was this man a killer as well? Or was he a predator, like he was? Or was it something else? He didn't respond, he wasn't sure how to just yet. Slowly, his feline eyes shifted, sinking down half-closed as his eyes lids halted halfway down his eyes if he had a tail- it would almost certainly be flicking. Just like a cat that had been approached, and pet when it wanted to be left alone, he was annoyed- and didn't know what to do about the situation.

After a moment, he finally spoke. His voice deep, but quiet. "Seiken." the name was short and simple as the wild crimson locks fluttered around him in the wind, down to the middle of his back, making his bestial appearance even worse. If Dorian was dressed to the opposite of those around him, Seiken was under-dressed to even be considered an athlete. Perched on all fours like a cat atop the stone pillar, the massive man's hands claws glimmered in the light, digging into the stone to maintain his balance.

A simple white wifebeater was worn with the school's uniform pants and dress shoes- the varsity jacket worn overtop it loosely, all of it obviously custom made in order to compensate for his build and size. Wild, untamed, messy. The complete opposite to the sleek, well to do appearance that Dorian maintained. Feline eyes met the man's own. "What do you want?" the words finally rumbled forth, as if from his chest instead of his mouth.

God this guy talked a lot. He just wanted to be left alone and watch.

He was supposed to "adjust" according to his teachers, or he would never "get used to it here" so that's what he was doing- it had worked fine before he put on this stupid jacket. Maybe he should take it off and go back to his hoodie.

But then the coach may chew him out for not wearing it again. Ugh. His sighed internally, only half-listening as the man spoke about Greece, and his girlfriend, more bragging. So he was one of those type? He'd met a couple so far, and they grated him- but at least all they usually did was brag, it was easy to ignore.

"I don't care," he stated shortly as the man went on about the reasons they had yet to meet, he could have not known this guy existed and it would have been fine. One more fake off the list. Still, the next thing he commented about at least vaguely caught his attention- he was still getting used to all the species titles here. But he recognized the idea of "demons"- they were supposed to be dark creatures, in a few cultures.

But he never really understood why. From what he could tell they simply embraced their own desires- just like he did. Like any animal did. Not that mass slaughter was a good thing, but for the most part the stories and myths he had learned about for demons didn't include much death- a lot of selfish actions, and some negative impacts on humanity, but beyond that bible thing- they seemed like humans that were closer to their primal cores than normal. "One idiot killed people, and an entire species gets punished for it? Just kill the guy who did it .." he muttered lightly, as it if was the most normal response in the world.

Still, he eyed the paper.

Gruffly, he sighed and one hand removed itself from the stone pillar- the claws slowly sliding back into their sheaths in his fingers so he wouldn't shred the paper. The massive hand extended to at the very least, examine the sheet.

"You coulda' said all of that in one sentence. You talk a lot. Just kill the hate groups too." he commented idly, before he simply took the pen, his feet shifting on the stone pillar to adjust his weight on it, for some reason- this place didn't seem to like the idea of killing people who wanted to kill them. It confused him to no end. Several groups want to take away the livelihood and safety of an entire species, they effectively were trying to kill them.

Yet, when you pointed out the obvious- just cut them down, everyone got all uppity. Seiken didn't like killing. He never liked it. But he knew it was, basically, all he was good at- and that it was sadly the natural order of things. He didn't like it, but its how it was. Life wasn't nice. So why did these people pretend to be? "So pointless." he murmured under his breath, but he still signed- using a textbook sitting next to him on the stone fencing for a back.

His penmanship was surprisingly neat and elegant, the movements of his hand more comparable to an artist- or from someone used to writing in neat Kanji that then adapted over to English, an oddity considering the size of his hand compared to the pen. Still, he simply flicked the pen over- and offered ti back with the paper as he lifted his eyes to examine the man once more.

Seiken couldn't figure him out. He was way too talkative, he bragged a lot, and he certainly didn't give off an air that impressed him by any means. But he hadn't been affected by his glare either. Yet still, everything about him was like so many others he had met- and they had been fake to their core. Loud, and talkative- because they were scared of the being seen as weird for not talking much. Bragging, because they didn't actually have very interesting lives and didn't want to be teased. The list continued on and on.

Finally, he spoke. "Can you leave now ..? I don't like fakes." he stated rather bluntly, the fact that he had that stupid polite "I'm a nice guy" smile this entire time- and he didn't understand the "stay the hell away from me" aura he purposely put up, made it even worse. He wanted to go back to observing people, at the very least that would shut up the Guidance counselor- though he should probably be trying to study to shut his professors up instead. But it's not like he really expected himself to graduate from here and be a "productive member of society" anyway.

Their society was fucked up. Why would he want to be a part of it?

"The hell are you talking about .. what the fuck is "gucci"? Is that another language?" he muttered lightly, staring at the man as he arched a brow slowly before shifting just slightly- his frown only growing as he went on about it. Why did he look so excited? Why was he still here? Go away. He contemplated leaving, but he wasn't quite at the end of his patience for that just yet, and he felt like he would follow him anyway even if he did.

So annoying.

"Are you stupid ..? I'm not a telepath. I can't tell you what other people mean by that." he stated dryly, slowly resting his arms on his knee's, returning to his feline-like post on all fours once more on the fencing.

"All I mean is that you're wearing a mask. Same as everyone else at this damn school. Yours already slipped just a bit, already." he commented in an annoyed tone, meaning that wide fake smile of his he was showing to everyone- the moment he had called him fake, it had faltered into an earnest one. That was weird, but it was still fake- even if most people stopped smiling when called that.

It didn't change that it showed a side he was keeping hidden. Seiken hated people like that. Even more so- he hated the fact that it appeared if you were yourself here, and you didn't match up to others expectations- you were considered wrong. Someone could be "honestly that happy" or whatever it may be, and someone else could be honest and not- but the one that didn't fit in was treated like scum.

This modern society was twisted. Complicated. Cruel. Smothering. At least animals were honest about their feelings, he much preferred their company to these people that surrounded him here in this school.