A/N: Thank you to my reviewer, Vippy G! Your comments made me happy.

Sorry this took so long to get up, but I lost the flash drive that I kept this story on .

Line Change of POV (Usually between the Oddball and Sona unless specified otherwise)

The POV the chapter ends on is the same one that the next Chapter will start in

Ch.4

Dying meant no more misery…but it also meant no one would be around to stop my father. Who knows, he might go and enslave another poor fool and then the cycle would start all over again.

…No, I couldn’t do it, I just couldn’t let anyone else fall victim to Kuecotsu. If anything else, even if it leads to my death, I would destroy that which had controlled me for so long.

The door began to open, and I went for the open vent. I was in before probably the whole of the student body could see me.

The vent I was now in was barely big enough for me to fly through, but I made it all the same, emerging on the roof.

Mr. Noliall, who everyone called ‘Mr. No-it-all’, was definitely dead. Everyone was crowding into the classroom (or at least trying to, as there was already police there keeping everyone back to a certain degree), trying to see what was going on. There were medics there, and from what I could see, I think they were trying to see what was the cause of death, or something logical like that. From what I could see of the room though, there wasn’t any sign of a struggle.

My friends and I were in the middle of the crowd, trying to get to the front, like the whole rest of the student body, it seemed.

“Sona!”

I turned to look in the direction I had heard my name from and saw my brother, Rox, pushing his way towards me, Nydon and Raysu. Rox was my fraternal twin, younger by about two minutes. His hair was lighter than mine, reaching an almost blonde color. It still spiked, but not quite as much. After he joined us, we were able to make it as close to the front as the police would allow.

Mr. Noliall was laid out on the floor, eyes blank and staring. Raysu shivered slightly. “That’s creepy.” She said. “Can’t they close his eye or something?”

Nydon laughed. “What are they gonna-OW!” He yelped as Raysu’s steal-toed heal connected with his foot.

“Don’t even think it, dolt.” Raysu said, glaring.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, those two always managed to do something amusing.

Mr. Noliall looked perfectly healthy, no bruises, no blood, just terrified eyes and mouth open in a silent scream. It was a mystery, and as the medics took the covered form of Mr. Noliall away, I wondered…did this have anything to do with that boy in the black jacket?

I was now in my room, laying face down. I was exhausted; what with the shock of the history teachers scream having drained most of my energy. I had given the watch to Kuecotsu, who seemed pleased for once about the completion of my job. He’d usually find someway to complain about the completion of my job, thus leaving me with a slight headache. It was the first time in a while…scratch that, the first time in ever that I had come back to my room after a job with out a headache.

My stomach began to protest at the lack of food, making me groan. I slowly brought myself to face my clock. It was already noon, four and a half hours since Mr. Noliall’s death. My stomach grumbled. Sighing, I slowly began to push myself up, only to fall back down, my body protesting at me for trying to use energy that I just didn’t have.

As a child, I had always been rather weak. I couldn’t go more than a few steps without collapsing. Kuecotsu started training me as a thief/assassin when I was only five. Doing rigorous training like that was hard, especially when you were a weak little child. I swear I had been at death’s door several times, solely because of exhaustion. I wouldn’t be able to move a muscle, unable to get that which would give me energy. Well, at least Righken had been there to help me with what I couldn’t do myself…had it been Righken who had held me the other day…?

I shook my head. No, I doubt it was him. He was too much of a traitorous coward.

I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock going off and hungrier then ever. Groaning, I pulled myself out of bed and stretched. I hadn’t even realized I had fallen asleep. Shutting my clock up, I pulled my shirt off and got a new one out of my drawer that was black.

Stretching again, I left my room, fully intent on going to the kitchen for some food. But on my way past my father’s room he called for me. “Boy, come here.”

Sighing I did as told and entered his room. “Yes, sir?”

Father smirked. “I need you to learn English.”

I blinked, confused. “Why?” I asked slowly. Normally father hated that question.

His smirk seemed to grow wider. “I have a job for you over in America, but for that, you need to speak their language. Because I’m not about to teach you it myself, you are to enroll yourself in an English class at the high school. But ONLY that one class, you hear me?” He clenched his fist a bit for emphasis.

“Yes sir.” I bowed, turning to leave. “I’ll do it after I eat.” I clamped my mouth shut. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. I could just feel my father seething.

“When I tell you to do something, you do it FIRST.” I winced as pain went through my forehead. “Go do what I’ve to you, NOW!” I had to bite my lip to keep from yelping as the pain spiked.

“Yes sir, sorry sir.” I then left, closing the door behind me and releasing a breath that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

Sighing, I went out the front door and took to the air and off to the school. My father doesn’t make me do jobs just because he’s lazy. No, he’s a dark himself, except it’s just that the wings and the dark magic went and skipped his generation. Everything besides those two things, he has. I swear when they were lining up for ‘Evilness’ he took an extra dose.

Awhile later and I was back in my room, sitting on my bed, with the registration papers for school. Looking over the list of classes offered, I came across an art class. Art…I would love to take one of those classes. Being self-taught, I just did what looked right. But father said only an English class I could take. Wait… I was pretty sure that he doesn’t know how long each class is…so…I smirked. I could take my art class and my father would be none the wiser.

I looked at the registration paper over that I was supposed to fill out. The first box was name, last then first. The last name wouldn’t be a problem but the first…I sighed. I don’t think ‘boy’ would work. The only person who had ever called me anything other than ‘boy’ had been Righken. But he called me ‘little one’. That wouldn’t work either. I’d have to go ask father…I sighed, deciding to go through what I could before I asked.

In the end, there was only one other besides ‘Name’ that I couldn’t answer: Birthday. Darks don’t celebrate the day their born like humans do, so they don’t keep track of it. Native language gave me a bit of trouble, but I finally decided to go with Japanese, knowing full well that father would not be happy if I put ‘Dark’.

Sighing I left my room and went to father’s. When I got there, I knocked. “What is it?” Came the harsh reply.

“Uh, Sir, there are a few things that need your approval on the registration form for the English class.” Ugh, I hated sounding so pathetic.

“Come in.” I did as told. Upon entering, father immediately spoke. “Which ones?”

“It requires a name and a birth date, sir.”

Father smirked. “Riley. That is what you will put. As for the birth date, that is September 17, figure out the year yourself.”

I groaned mentally. He really did have quite the sense of humor, didn’t he? I mean, Riley was a girl’s name, not a boy’s. “Yes sir, thank you sir.”

Back in my room, I tried to come up with a better name then Riley. Riley just fit. Out to the side of the paper I wrote down the name Riley. Hmmm…maybe if I took out some letters I get something better.

Riley

Rie

Hmm…Rie…I liked it. I dunno how, but somehow it just seemed to fit. I smiled. I finally had a name, even it was self-given.

A/N: Woot! Ch.4 is done! If anyone care too see, I have drawn the basic insides of Rie and Sona's houses. The link is in my bio. I am also looking for a beta reader, if anyone is interested. I would REALLY appreciate it. See ya later and I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner!

-Xire