It took me awhile to update the story since I made some big edits to the characters and story. Now, on with the show!

Fyrus was sorting through his backpack inside of his dormroom. He had finished all of his homework, he was just looking to see if he had missed something. He grabbed his sketchbook and set it down on the desk in his room. He flipped through some of his work to get an idea of what to draw. He stopped at a page that had a note attached to it with some tape. Curious, he picked up the note and examined it.

I didn't put that there. Who did? Could it have been Mizore when I wasn't looking? He opened up the note to read it.

Dear Fyrus,

You need to be careful in this school. You are too big of a risk to lose. I have been watching you for some time now. Things are going into motion and you will be dragged right into the middle of it. I want you stop seeing Mizore. If you don't want her to be hurt because of you, then you will tell her as soon as you look at this note. I know its not what you want. But, if you care about her, you'll do it. I will meet you personally as soon as I can. Be safe, and I will send more notes.

From your friend in the shadows,


Fyrus just stared at the note and didn't even blink. Not see Mizore anymore? That doesn't make any sense. Nothing bads happened since I became best friends with her. Why tell me now? And who is this A? Is he someone I know? Can't remember... Fyrus scratched his head and frowned. I shouldn't tell Mizore. I don't want her gone. I guess I'll have to see how this plays out in the end. He sighed and put the note into his pocket. It might come in handy later.

He got up out of his chair and walked over to his sink and mirror. He turned on the faucet and washed his face with water and ran his hands through his hair. He made sure the water was hot, in his case. He wiped his hands and looked up at himself in the mirror. He took off his shirt to examine his ribs, like he did every night he'd been here at the academy. He still had some bandages on it, and most of the blood had disappeared. I really need to take care of myself better. I nearly hit the bucket on that one. He put his shirt back on, and walked over to his little mini fridge. He opened it up, and grabbed a bottle of water from it. It was still cold, so Fyrus heated it up with his hands. It was now boiling hot, just the way he liked it. He took a large sip from it and went to lay down on his bed, wanting to relax. He set the bottle down on the cupboard next to him, and stared up at the ceiling.

He was just about to close his eyes when he heard a soft knock on the door of his room. Fyrus got up, yawning slightly and stretched his back. Who would come knocking at this hour? He unlocked the door and opened it. He wound up staring into the eyes of Mizore.

"Hello, Fyrus. Can I come in? I hope I'm not disrupting anything."

"You realize that school rules say you should be in bed right now, right?" He folded his arms.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came here to see you."

"Uh...sure, come on in." He stepped aside for her. She walked into the room and just stood in the middle, looking around the room. Fyrus closed the door and locked it. He sat down on the edge of his bed and grabbed his water bottle and took another drink.

"I like with what you did with the place." She pointed to some drawings he did and posters he'd hung up around the room. The posters varied from his favorite human bands to random quotes he liked. His personal favorite was one he'd picked up from the school store a week or so ago. It said: Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. He looked at it and smiled, and then turned his head to Mizore.

"Thanks. I like to think that I have my own place sometimes."

"Do you mind?" Fyrus turned his head to look at her. She was taking off her sweater which left her with a black undershirt. It really showed off the curves Mizore had. Instead of usual outfit she was wearing a pair of back shorts to match the shirt but still wore the same striped leggings as always.

"Not really." Fyrus turned dark red and looked away, trying not to stare at her for too long. He really DID mind, but he was trying to be polite. He didn't want her to think he was eyeing her.

He finished the water that was left in the bottle and set it down. Mizore sat down next to him on the bed.

"So, why couldn't you sleep?"

"I felt kinda lonely when we left after we worked on the painting. I just couldn't sleep."

Fyrus patted her on the back affectionately. "You can stop by anytime." He walked to his desk and grabbed one of his favorite books and sat down back on the bed. He layed back down on his pillows and flipped the book open to start from where he'd left off.

"Thanks." She smiled and decided to peek at what he was reading. "What's that about?"

"It's about a boy who has to undergo certain trials in order to save the people he cares about. It's kind of a favorite of mine." Fyrus explained to her and kept reading.

"Sounds interesting." She was quiet for a time and Fyrus noticed the silence. He saved his place in the book and sat it down on his cupboard.

"Is something wrong, Mizore?"

"Can I sleep here with you? I don't mean to be rude or anything." She sounded dead serious. Fyrus didn't really know how to respond to her.

"Uh...Sure. You can have the bed, and I'll sleep on the couch." He walked over to the couch, but Mizore grabbed his arm.

"You can sleep on the bed with me, Fyrus. I don't mind." Mizore patted the spot need to her.

"No, it's ok. The bed is yours. I can't sleep anyway these days."

"Why not?"

"I have severe Insomnia. I've had it ever since the 'incident'. I get these horrible nightmares of people dying. It's a living hell." He walked to the couch and sat down in it.

"How you tried anything to stop it?"

"I've been going through a rough patch the last week or so. Sometimes I can't tell real life from reality, since I can't sleep. The pills I'm taking aren't working anymore."

"You have a lot of problems, don't you?" She frowned. She rummaged through the pockets of her sweater and pulled out one of her lolipops.

"Want one? It might help." She offered it to him.

"At this point, I'll try anything." He took it from her and unwrapped it and shoved it into his mouth with no hesitation.

"Be careful, Fyrus cause its really-"

"COLD!" Fyrus pulled it out of his mouth and shivered madly.

"Sorry. I forgot you couldn't stand ice." She took the lolipop back.

"Thits ogay." He tried to mouth out but than realized his tongue was frozen.

Mizore started laughing and almost fell off his bed. Fyrus noticed, and thawed the ice with his breath.

"Thanks for trying." He had to revert to his monster form to get back to his needed body temperature. He sat back down in the couch, but he had some steam floating from the top of his head as the ice melted.

"You can try and get some sleep on the bed. You got nothing to lose." Mizore made a small smile. He sighed and got out of the couch.

"Guess not." He got on the bed and sat crisscross on the top of it.

"Relax. Thats the key to sleeping." She sat crisscross with him.

"I've tried that." He layed his head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. "Now matter WHAT I try, I just can't sleep!" He was pretty frustrated at this, and Mizore knew it.

"Well, I guess it was a good idea for me to be here. I got at least one thing left for you to try."

"Like what? It doesn't involve being frozen, does it? Like I said, I've tried EVERYTHING."

"Have you had someone sing you to sleep?"

"Yea- actually no, I haven't." He looked back at her.

"I could sing you to sleep, if you don't mind."

"I didn't know you could sing." Fyrus looked surprised at her.

"I don't do it very often. You want to hear?" She looked a little nervous.

"Go ahead."

She took a deep breath and started to sing. Fyrus really didn't know what to say. Her voice flowed through the room. It was full of elegance and grace, like an angel had visited the room.

She's amazing. Fyrus continued to listen to her sing. He could feel his eyelids getting heavy, but he wanted to hear the end of her song. She finished her song and the room went very quiet.

"Well? What did you think? Did you like it?"

"Amazing. It was like an angel." He smiled.

"Your just saying that." She looked away, her face bright red.

"I'm being 100% honest here. I loved it."

She looked back to meet his eyes. "You really liked it?"

"Can you please sing again? I almost fell asleep."

"Um, yeah. I can do that." Fyrus rested his head on the pillow and listened to her again. Within a few moments of her melody, he was dead asleep.


Fyrus couldn't say he remembered a time where he slept as good as he did that night. His eyes fluttered as he tried to wake up. Man, I really should thank Mizore. I feel so refreshed! He got out of the bed with a smile on his face. He walked over to the bathroom and washed his face with some nice, hot water. He did his hair for the day and brushed his teeth. He did all of this without noticing Mizore was still on the bed, watching him.

"Sleep well?" She giggled a little bit. Fyrus jumped when he heard her and turned around.

"Your still here?"

She folded her arms across her chest. "Are you really that surprised?"

"Now that I think about it, not really." He walked over to his dresser and slipped on his green jacket and rolled up the sleeves. "Thanks for the song. I can't believe I fell asleep and didn't have a single nightmare."

"Thats what I'm here for." Mizore got up and out of the bed to grab her sweater.

"Where did you learn that song? It was beautiful."

"From my mother. She taught me it a few years ago. Singing is kind of a talent for my species."

"Makes me wish I knew my mother..." Fyrus got lost in his thoughts.

Mizore looked surprised. "What do you mean? What about your mother?"

Fyrus sighed and sat down on his bed. "You see, I never knew my birth parents. They died shortly after I was born. The only thing I have left of them is this necklace." He pulled out a silver chain necklace from under his shirt and showed it to Mizore. The emblem was a flame that had words in red written on it: Born in fire. Mizore studied the chain for a moment, but then went to look back at Fyrus.

"If you don't have any parents, how are you here at this school?"

Fyrus put the necklace back under his shirt and took a deep breath. "I was adopted by a terrible human family shortly after they died.. They wanted nothing to do with me, and when they found out about my powers, it got even worse. I was beaten constantly, and yelled at for everything I did. I was allowed to come here here after writing to the Chairman about my problem. I was sent the letter of acceptance the day the before the school year started. The humans found out, and we had a terrible fight. I ran away from the house to come here. I still can't understand how humans can be so mean to us, just because we're different."

"Well, we ARE different. In a lot of ways, you know. You can't really blame them."

"Thats the whole point! Why did I have to be born different? " He looked at her like she knew the answer.

"Everything happens for a reason, I guess. I really don't know what I can say to make you feel better." She put a hand on his shoulder. "Let's hurry and get to school. We don't want to be late."

Fyrus grunted and finally decided to drop the subject. "Guess your right. Lets hurry." They got out of the room and hurried to school, hoping not to be late. If the two of them had keener eyes, they would've noticed a figure watching them from behind a tree. It moved from cover and silently followed the two along the way to the academy.

Soon enough, Fyrus, soon enough.The figure thought as it followed them.

Sorry it took me so long for updating this. Any guesses to who this 'A' person is? Anyway, as always rate and review fairly! I fixed the error pretaining to his parents. Sorry for the confusion.