Kura was looking up at the fountain with a fixed glazed gaze. It was as if she were looking right through it and on to the scene behind. In reality her mind had wondered off to a dark recess of her mind and she was having a rather venomous conversation with herself. She had just been succeeded by the self proclaimed 'Grand Prince' of Miator, Ubu. What this child had that made her a better candidate than Kura was an idea she couldn't fathom. She wasn't sure who she was angry at, Herself for losing the position, Ubu for usurping it or Astrea hill for it's poor decision. The though had taken residence in her head like a infection, growing and multiplying. As she stared up at the fountain she tried hard to let her mind be silenced by the water, and she let herself drift off to some state that was not quite consciousness. 

Her hair tied up into something that may have looked rather messy, but with closer inspection was really quite elaborate and twisted around her head like a dark halo. At the back a silver oriental comb was placed and it glinted in the sunlight. She was wearing her school uniform as a lesson had just finished but she had untied the tie and let it hang loose, and her top button was undone. She also had a lace shawl around her as if it hid her from the outside world. She rather felt like she was fading away. 
Her moods of late were unpredictable and changed from Half asleep as she was now, and a temper that flared like fire. She was quick to anger and enjoyed solitude more than ever. The fountain was not as busy at the time of day so she hoped she might be alone, before fleeing to the woods when other appeared.

A discontented frown slithered upon a pair of pale lips as hazy pink eyes sliced up through the filtered light of the broad autumn sky. Today had been a bore of school and unsatisfying findings; one such so that the pinkette had liberated herself by deliberately avoiding the second half of her classes all-together to prowl the open school grounds while it was temporarily devoid of students. It had proved an unfruitful day, and with the dissatisfaction of that undeniable fact having manifested on her lips, it was almost visually poignant. The possibility of something remotely intriguing turning up was slipping through her fingers every second the day elapsed further into itself, and she quite frankly loathed it. A day without any relative progress, no matter the minority of it, was just a day wasted. And an elite schemer such as herself had very little time to waste.

 
The ever familiar crossroads soon melted into view as she trudged on, and while her very being gravitated towards the solitary among the edges of the lake in the quaint heart of Maiden Park, something; a peculiar glint; seized her attention and she found herself faltering to a disgruntled halt near the courtyard’s fountain. She wasn’t even quite sure the underlying reason on why she had stopped; she had no reason nor the care to; but something about that glint had apprehended her acidic interest. It was a hair ornament among a mass of elegantly slithering curls upon brief scrutiny. Nothing of major interest there, yet her attention recollected to materialize on the student herself. A student who very much resembled Miator’s previous council president. Akoyama Kuramiko, wasn’t it? The girl appeared like she was caught in some sort of dazed half-sleep. Had Himei’s lips not still been contorted by a frown, she would have smirked upon memory of the older girl. Wasn’t she just surpassed by a so-called “Grand Prince” of Miator? A poisonous idea suddenly injected itself into her flurrying mind and she approached the fountain in silent corrosive grace, slipping under the detection of the other girl until she was at its ornamental edge. A now smirking reflection glared up at her in the water’s mirror, and without an interjection of warning, she yanked her cat-eared jacket over her bobbed strawberry hair and leapt into the frigid water to obliterate the mirrored image, sending dazzling ribbons of stray glittering liquid twisting through the air and half onto the brooding girl.

With a jolt Kura was brought out of her haze as the girl ran past her and she dodged out of the way of most of the water, but it still caught her making the hair on her right side drip. She hated wet hair, and wet clothes and she was irritated rather quickly. She told herself to keep her temper though, not let the girl know she was annoyed yet. However In a fit of childish annoyance she put a hand on the girls chest and pushed her down in to the water, backing away slightly so as not to get any more wet. "That was disrespectful and stupid, who do you think you are child?" She said venomously. The girl had a short pink bob and was wearing a car eared hoodie covering it, the picture might have been rather cute under different circumstances.

The face that had been on the pinkette was one Kura knew all too well. Scheming mischievousness. This was evidently a girl who thought she was the cream on the top of Astrea. Obviously she had much to learn. You didn't get to be at the top of the school by being childish and acting out. Kura had spent all her life scheming her way to the top with blackmail and playing girls, she was not about to be challenged by a little girl. "In fact I do no want to know who you are," she added looking away and up from the girl. She had not the time for this, she had other people to deal with. She moved another step back and looked resolutely away but with her peripherals she could still see the pinkette incase of more foul play.

Her strange mood had made her far more tolerable to these things, but had also made her moods highly unpredictable and her darker mind had other things to deal with. although she had heard of the war on ubu, and was totally confident in dear Shoka's abilities, she wanted a small part in bringing the girl down all the same. This interlude was wasting the time when she could have been plotting. This girl was mearly a distraction from the bigger picture and Kura couldn't let her annoy her too much. However the chance of that was growing smaller In the cold sunlight, every second the girl stayed near her, the more danger the pinkette would be in of Kura suddenly turning.

An eerie monotonous giggle resonated from deep within her throat, and she sank her teeth into her plush lower lip in order to prevent it from metamorphosing into something akin to a sickly cackle. Her target took no time to react, and in a rather childish manner, shoved her back into the disturbed water of the fountain. Another spray of water slithered into the air, stalling in its glittering glory for a brief moment before sharpening into a clawed hand and spiraling down to drench the pinkette’s water jeweled face. She coughed in jaded surprise, but forced her pale gaze to remain chained to the other girl. Irritation had been an expected byproduct of her little scheme; as it would have been had any other been ensnared in the victim’s place; so she took little interest or heed to the venomous verbal flare that was spat at her. In blunt honesty, she didn’t really care about anything the other had to say; what was the countenance; the stark benevolence; in that? Though there was something about the second statement that compelled the edge of a smirking lip to twitch in irritation. Did not want to know who she is? Had it irritated her less, she would have chuckled. If all saw through as planned at the end, Astrea would come to know her existence almost too well. Perhaps fear it, if she played her cards right. That would all be in due time, however, and for now, she had to focus on kick starting her ruses; ensure her plans were strung together in a neat row without hindrance nor unforeseen imperfection.

“Himei Kako, miss Kuramiko Akoyama.” She stated in her distinct monotony much against the girl’s ignorant wish. The fountain seemed to shiver as she collected herself from the water’s restraining depths to perform a hindering bow. It was slow and subtly formless; an action she had never the time nor initial interest to perfect. Mischievous rosy orbs scrutinized the other’s face when she rose from the poignant bow. She clearly did not desire anything to do with her. And by the initial stance of her body language, she obviously felt the pinkette to be inferior to her. Of course the pinkette held the girl superior to herself; switched what was first malice with admiration and respect; but dashed it in her high presence out of the knowledge that she herself was inferior to the being before her. Her inferiority would all corrode eventually if all followed through. Himei leapt out of the fountain with newfound grace, and promptly situated herself as she would be only slightly out of the other’s vision, testing her. Running a small hand through her strawberry hair, she offered an abrasive smirk, softening her features to a begrudgingly more open sort of formality.

“No need for caution, miss Akoyama-san. I have no intent of deploying the same ruse twice. Although that is whatshould be expected should one linger unguarded by a body of water for too long.” A mischievous glint washed over her pale pink eyes as the last words slipped from her lips, and she tilted herhead down ever so slightly as to shade them with the thin brim of her jacket. “May I inquire what brings you to the fountain?"