For all the peace and quiet on the hill that day, it was especially loud inside the head and head of a dark lolita that sat quietly. She cursed. Cursed the Hill, cursed the other students, cursed herself too. She was absent. Difficult. All her misfortune was her own doing. She turned a small flowerpot in her fingers. It was no bigger than the size of her fist and housed a single tiny sprout. She looked at it, and blue eyes brimmed with tears, she looked sad for only a second, but then her brow furrowed, she grit her teeth. All at once she stood, black lace dress around her black lace covered legs and she smashed the seedling into the ground with a loud grunt.

She watched the orange bits of pot and soil scatter, the small thing looking so naked with it's tiny roots exposed. She sniffled, looking at it, and the turned with a shout shoving with all her effort to clear the table of other plants, yelling as they smashed to the ground. She grabbed another pot and smashed it, and another, then another. Putting all the force of her small body into it. She took one the size of her head and threw it at the glass wall, and the glass shattered as the pot went flying to the grass outside and dumped over. She cried out again, gritting her teeth harder and screaming through them as she climbed onto another table, stomping and kicking the flowers. Frustration crushing every petal. She kicked, she ripped them out by the roots, she threw them, broke their pots.

It felt good to vent, but it felt horrid too. Her heel slipped off the table and she fell into the ground onto a broken pot and cut her arm. It made her cry, but she picked up the broken piece and stabbed at the roots of a fern, then gave up to simply ripping the thing apart.

This rampage continued for several minutes before she fell to her knees among the mess and wept. She wasn't sad, no, she was angry. So angry. And so...so lonely.

She had avoided that place like the plague up until the day she left for her summer vacation with June and Luria, but now that she was back it was time to show herself that it was only a place. One that held memories that she needed to get over. It was just a little jog out of the way from her path that would take her to the stables. She would only linger there for a few moments before she would venture over to her other responsibilities. At least that was how she talked herself into going.

With the heat of summer baking the campus, she had left behind her jacket and for once, a brightly colored shirt hugged her midsection. A button down, of course, but still, the bright blue was certainly a different color for her. The sleeves were tucked up around her elbows and her hands were raised to cup the back of her head. There was a bit of new all over the girl, her once long curly locks were now chopped to hang around her chin in lazy waves. All of it, except the back, which remained long and trailed down her back in a ponytail. But the tips were dyed a bright yellow that faded to orange then finally, near her midback it returned to it's natural color. All and all, she looked a bit different from the Zephyra most knew. What most would fail to notice though was the grace in which she moved. The lanky teen that had arrived the year before was growing into a well equipped young woman. Her steps were perfectly spaced and the clip of her boots against the paved walkway was all that could be heard. For now.

The closer she got to that cursed place, the louder things became. She could no longer focus on her thoughts of what she would do after visiting the green house. The high pitched sound of shattering glass had her pace picking up until she was full out sprinting for the glass building. I suppose that would make for a good officer, running for trouble instead of away. Anyway, upon arrival at the once gorgeous home of plants, she paused to gape at the destruction that laid waste to at least half of the haven for many. She had to find who had done this and take them to the headmistress.. Her thoughts trailed off as a very familiar black ball of lace came into her view.

Zeph took her lower lip between her teeth and worried it back and forth. How could she approach this? Why was Asami even here? Had she caused it or did she find it like this? Silent steps through the grass brought her to the broken pane of glass. That was when the glass crunched under her boots as she stepped through the large space.

"Asami?.."

No sooner had another voice cut through the air than the lolita whipped around like a viper, throwing another pot at the head of the person who dared intrude on her fit. Her tearful and puffy eyes widened for only a moment, before she buried them in a most earnest scowl. She grit hear teeth and found something else to throw, then something else, and another thing, anything. Among the flying dirt and porcelain were bits of blood from Asami's injured arm. Her words came out in between each throw.

"WHAT-UGH, (a decorative rock) DO YOU-RRAAH-(a heavy flowerpot) WANT?!!-YAH! (A pair of shears, that missed and cracked the window)"

She leaned forward, arms hanging before her, her left hand covered in blood. She looked absolutely psycho. It took her a second to fully realize who it was and she hauled off and spun around, kicking over a tall fern with a black platform boot and then clawing it to bits as well with another raged cry through grit teeth.

If he other tried to speak, she'd cut her off with a primal yell, "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

She'd get up and turn to lift and overturn a table with a another grunt of effort ending in a growl. She then swayed, feeling fuzzy headed and slumped to her knees, weight shifted to one side like a fainting damsel.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" She shrieked, voice more scream than words as she fought to regain color in her already pale visage.

Instead of letting the pot slam into her face, Zephyra lifted a hand and caught the pot. Of course, that wasn't before shooting a hauty look in Asami's direction. A few steps forward, duck, a few more, slide to the right so that pot only caught her shoulder. Soil was raining down on her, but she didn't care. The senpai that still held a special place in her heart was hurting. And hurt. Her gaze settled on the blood dripping from her fingertips. She was so focused on it that she didn't even try to side step the next thing that came her way. This time a piece of pot smacked her right between her eyes, making her vision to go black for just a second before it refocused on the girl that was ripping apart a plant. Still too far away to reach the petite girl. Her low growl was lost in the screams of Asami.

"I want you to-" She clamped her mouth shut as the girl screamed over her. Then as if trying to rub a headache away a hand lifted to her forehead, instead rubbing blood away from the slick surface. Huh. So that's why her vision went black. She hadn't even felt it.. The Gael sighed softly and looked back to her senpai. This was no use, Asami wasn't going to listen. And she was bleeding far too much. Force needed to be use.

"Asami-sama." It didn't matter if she were screaming or not, she would just continue to talk. Her voice soft and soothing as if she were speaking to a spooked foal. "Stop this madness. Talk to me."

With hands upturned before her she approached once more. If she wanted to and had the strength, Zeph would no longer dodge her projectiles. She was the picture of calm, except the trails of blood that were running in rivulets on either side of her nose. A soft smile touched her lips as she knelled a few feet away from the girl. Then she looked down at her arm.

"Look. I know you probably hate me.. And I'm probably the last person you want to see, but.. We need to stop that bleeding or your going to pass out. Possibly die."

Crimson hues met blue ones and held steady. Either Asami would allow her to do this or she would force it upon her. She would not have her friend die. Hands were already pulling at her tucked in shirt so she could rip the lower piece off to make a tourniquet. With the fabric in her hands she crept closer and gently curled her hand around her wrist so she could look over the wound.

"I HATE YOU!" She screamed wildly, thrashing an arm at her, wielding a sharp bit of broken pot. As much as she did hate the red head. It was that damn, bloody, demon wench June. The same one who had tortured her with Kendall. That howwible, lowly, slime of a wretched human was set on this earth to ruin her life. That's all there was to it. realization swept over Asami and she looked at her bloody hand with a sudden odd cackle, something that was a shattered sound between a laugh and a scream again. She looked down at her bloody hand.

June. This was all her fault. All of it. Down to her first heartbreak. June. That white demon wench. She'd kill her! Her cackle turned to a giggle and she sank her face into her bloody hand, and then throw her black covered head back, red stained face to the glass ceiling. She'd kill her! That would fix it! That would fix everything! She couldn't have Kendall of Zeph because of her. Yeah. If she killed her...

"I.." She pushed herself up, swaying, still clutching the bit of pot. Her voice sounded like a growl, as if her voice was already full of blood, beneath her too wide eyes and shrunken pupils. "Have somewhere to be."

She didn't sound like herself, and she stumbled toward the door, like some macabre Marionette possessed by some other force. It didn't matter. Reputation, lace, love. None of it. June had won. She'd destroyed her. It was time to return the favor.

".. I accept that. And deserve your hate. Asami. Asami!"

Zeph didn't even wince as the piece of pottery dug into her arm when she brought it up to block the blow. The pain had yet to register. Any of it. The redhead licked her lips, removing a bit of blood from the corner of her pout that had flowed over from the wound on her forehead. Then the girl was on her feet looking elsewhere. Oh for heaven's sake! That arm needed to be covered before she dropped.

The Gael followed her to her feet then grabbed her arm, spun her around and pinned her against one of the tables that were still standing. Instead of just using her arm to hold the girl down she moved onto the table, knees pressed against her shoulders. She looked down at her sadly before working on tying the fabric around Asami's arm.

"Just lay still."

She kept her pinned, not caring about her protests, until she was finished and the tourniquet was tied off tightly. There, now she could get her somewhere where they could stitch her up and possibly help with.. whatever it took. This was not Asami she was with now. Not her cold, but caring senpai. This girl was crazy. Zeph needed to do something, but what? She was racking her brain trying to think of ways to get Asami to the nurse without her going berserk. Which is probably why, when she stepped off the table to put some distance between them, that she stepped on a piece of pottery and lost her balance. June had drummed it in to her head to be aware of her surroundings.. But with all this debris around who could blame her?

She started shrieking like a wild animal and thrashing as soon as physical contact was made. The smaller girl could do little against the weight of the other and no leverage. So her arm was wrapped, she hardly noticed. The other backed away from her and Asami came up from the table like a demon.

She panted for a moment, looking at Zephyra, her head tilted oddly to the side and she smiled, raising her broken pot shard and let out another scream as Zeph lay on the ground. She dropped onto her chest and gripped her red bangs. She was laugh-screaming so loud, she couldn't even see, she was hardly aware of what she was doing.

She plunged the porcelain into the other's face until something slipped free with a wet pop.

She looked at the bloodied eyeball, it's stock hanging limply as her victim thrashed.

She laughed some more, putting it to her lips and then got up.

Now she'd find June. Now. Now she could do it.

With wide eyes she stared up at Asami. This.. couldn't be happening. The girl she had fallen in love with was completely gone. A single tear slowly rolled out of her right eye as this donned on her. Asami wasn't coming back. Her arms instantly raised to cover her face as the lolita dropped onto her chest. Though, when she grasped her hair her arms naturally flung out to try to drive the girl away. Instead of ending the girl's blood craze it seemed she only helped her.

Zephyra's wild scream echoed in the broken green house, echoing against the remaining panes of glass. Her legs thrashed, arms shoved, but all her training was lost in the flood of extra pain that echoed through her whole being. Tears were freely flowing from her right eye. Limbs twitched, but didn't seem to work correctly. Blood had already stained her face and was working on turning her bright shirt a deep burgundy.

Her brain couldn't make sense of any of this. She had just come to the greenhouse to be rid of this lingering hate of the place. And now this. How did it come to this? What exactly had she done to deserve this? Finally, after Asami and wandered off, her hands started working again. She shakily ripped off another section of her shirt, the sleeve this time, of her uninjured arm. It was the cleanest piece of material she had. That strip was ripped in two, then she took as deep a breath as she could. Zeph repeated this a few times, balling the cloth up her in hand before she shoved it into the now empty socket. Her scream rang out once more, but she bit down on it as her vision blurred. She had to stop Asami.. Before things got worse. The extra strip was tied around her head, holding the other cloth in place, but it was already staining with blood and some was running down her cheek.

As quickly as she could, she moved to her feet. Moving after her once beloved. But not before she picked up the pair of sheering scissors Asami had thrown earlier. If she couldn't stop her peacefully.. There were other ways.

Maybe it wasn't the best of timing, but Kendall had finally arrived at her new dorm and she promised to tell someone when she did. Here she was, the poor little flower, going to college to learn to teach others. Her things were nicely laid out and she herself was a few hours early compared to Japan time. She didn't quite put the two together though. All she knew was that she promised to call.

She had an old flip phone. Specifically so she could raise the buttons on the device and dial with it. Her memory was her best friend sometimes, and in this case it definitely helped. She didn't care how much she would get charged, she was calling Japan. Calling Asami.

The phone began to ring. Then another. And then once more. A fourth time was cut short by the voicemail prompt, and she decided to leave one.

"Heeey Asami-chan. I just got to my dorm. I'll be awake for a while so please call me back when you get this!"

Click. And that was that. Kendall had no idea what was happening so all she could do was leave a message and continue to unpack. But she kept her phone against her heart, where she knew she would feel the vibrations easiest.