-Hope no one will notice-way in the back-for jared

[Tsubasa]

"Barukh ata Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha‑olam..."

Flip..

Casting the dark, brown, hair out of his dark, brown, eyes, Damion Serange found himself flipping another page of his Hebrew texts. Every Saturday that he couldn't find an excuse to go to Sabbath without anyone noticing, the Casanova-teen would sneak into the back of the library, hoping no one would notice, and read texts out of the Torah he kept hidden. This was a very complicated matter as if he was found out, that would be the end of him. Zip. End. Nada. And under that lazy, laid-back, and calm demeanor, Damion shook from even the thought of being caught.

Reading more and practicing out loud, the student almost felt that this wasn't enough. Even after faking things such as 'I'm allergic to pig', 'once a year i get allergic to wheat', and 'oh no baby, down there was an accident i had as a child with a cutting knife while i was takin a piss'. He could hardly believe that anyone could believe that shit. Maybe he was just too likable to argue with. Yeah, that's it.

Peeking around the bookcases for the hundredth time, Damion just wanted to make sure it was all clear, and to calm his paranoia. Once he was satisfied, he went back to the same ol routine, all the while thinking. If anyone did find out, what would he try to do about it? Maybe the Jew would threaten them, or actually kill them. That could work. It's not like he cared if he got blood on his hands, just that it was a bit annoying taking care of the evidence after-wards. If the ladies ever found out, well, that would suck. He likes his ladies, but isn't afraid to fight them like they were a another guy.

Sometimes while reciting the texts, his welsh accent came out a bit after being born and raised in Cardiff. It through the pronunciation off a whole lot and he would have to start over. Well, at least the ladies thought it was sexy.

"An'im z'mirot veshirim e'erog,ki eleicha naf'shi ta'arog.
Nafshi chamd'dah betzel yadecha,
lada'at kol-raz sodecha.
Midei dabri bich'vodecha homeh libi el dodeicha.
Al ken adaber becha nich'badot,
veshimcha achabed beshirei yedidot."

[Yuki]

"Oh God, where the hell is my jacket!?" Well, what a great place to lose a jacket--in the library?! The brunette didn't even remember why he was in the library when he lost it. The jacket was one of his favorite things--it wasn't too expensive, but it looked nice. It was brown, made of leather with many pockets to stash some miscellaneous things in them.

Including some money.

So obviously, Jared needed to find this jacket. Badly. "Alright," he muttered to himself, "I was in the... back, right?" He continued to mutter quietly as he made his way to the back of the library, carefully scanning it for any sign of his jacket. Of course, though, luck was not with him, so he was forced to go right to the back. Well, it wasn't like anyone would be back there, right? Nah, the back was dusty and cramped--who wanted to read in that sort of space.

Jared finally made his way to the back, and spotted his precious jacket immediately. "Yes!" he whispered, grabbing the jacket in relief. Thank God no one stole it, and hey! The money was still in his pocket! Ah, great day! He was about to turn around and leave the giant book storage, when another voice was heard, quietly talking to himself. Of course, if this was any other kid, he'd probably just ignore it and keep on walking. But this was Jared, and since Jared was a curious kid, he had to see what the talking was about. So he turned around.

And held back a gasp.

Damion!? What the hell is Damion doing back here, reading... reading... Emerald eyes widened as the boy looked at the text. Hebrew? Now, even though Jared had never seen Hebrew texts before, he certainly recognized the strange language. So Damion was a Jew? Huh, never expected that. Yeah, maybe someone at Florence was Jewish--there was definitely the possiblity... but Damion, the Best Friend of the Studs?

Most likely not. Thus, Jared should probably just run away and pretend he never saw it. But... there was something about this strange 'ritual' that kept the curious boy there, simply watching from afar. So many questions raced through his head. What was he saying? What was it for? How often did he do this? Weekly? Daily? Did anyone else know?

Of course, Jared was just standing out in the open, easily being able to be spotted if the Jew turned around... but that was unlikely--he seemed very into his studies. Jared wouldn't get caught, he knew it.

[Tsubasa]

Lips parted as the brunette read more out of his religious text. Bust suddenly they stopped.
Did I just hear...?

There was a sudden noise. Freaked out, Damion dropped the book on his toe and yelled out in pain. Bending down to care to it, his brown eyes spotted movement.

Not good.

Those same eyes currently widening at their full potential, their host quickly forgot about the pain in his foot and stood straight up, alert. Someone was there...and they saw him. Saw him. While he was practicing his hebrew! Oh this was definintly not good at all. Shaking nervously, Damion hopped over to where he saw the person and quickly grabbed whoever it was by their shoulders. Turning face to face with an Elite.

SHIT! An Elite? If it 'ad been a girl or a suck-up or something it would'av been easier to deal with!

Growing furiously, the Stud shook the Elite forcifully and then rammed him up against the nearest wall. Anger clouding the fear in his eyes, the once (or so it seemed) calm and easy-going Damion was filled with nervousness and worry. He narrowed his eyes and stared straight into the Elite's.

"What the fuck didya see?! Did ya see anything?!!!

Panic overfilled him. If this kid, whoever he was, spilled his secrets, then Damion could be executed for being a Jew! This was totally, one hundred percent, not good. He did not want to turn out like his father.

[Yuki]

Slowly, Jared had started to back away from the Jew. Now that he stopped talking, he knew that something bad was going to happen. He heard the book drop, and knew he'd have barely any time at all to get away before Damion saw. He had barely turned around to leave when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, and gasped as he was turned around.

Shit! Dammit Jared, why the hell did you stand there in the first place!? his conscience yelled. You should've left while you had the chance!

The Elite yelped as he was shoved up against the wall, green eyes showing just as much fear as the ones that belonged to Damion. This wasn't surprising at all to Jared, seeing that of course he'd be scared. There was no reason to not be, since he was just caught doing something that could get him killed.

The poor boy's mouth opened to speak, but was interrupted by the Jew's harsh questions. At first, it seemed as though no words would willingly come out of the mouth, but he forced himself to speak. "I...I-I didn't see anything! I s-swear!" Sweat was trickling down his forehead as he told this lie, but he didn't care. As long as he got out of this situation not hurt, he'd be fine.

"I j-just forgot my jacket, I promise you I s-saw n-n-nothing."

[Tsubasa]

The boy sneered, shoving the other student further into the wall, his eyes ablaze with fear and fire mixed together. Damion's eyes first traveled around the room, to check and see in case anyone was watching, and then his sight focused back on the problem in front.

"Oh ye'? Well tha's real bloody graye'. Ah can le' ya go now that ya saw nothin', is tha' it?" he growled, leaning in his face closer to the Elite.

"Ah can't jus let ya go now, think it's orraye, an hope ya din' see anthing! Yer a damn danger ta mey."

Damion had a to find a way to shut him up. Kill him? That might go a bit far, although it was a kill or be killed situation here. Ugh, situations like this made the boy wish he was a bit smarter, maybe like his friend Jamie. That guy was the brains of the group, while him, the best friend, was the brawns. And he liked it like that, until now. Well, he supposed he could use the brawns instead of brains.