Haraku stepped into the room, his red
boots making a light tap with each step,
light clanging sounding from the chains
and buckles on his red outfit. His soft
violet hair fell over one eye, leaving the
other purple eye peering out through
volet strands. He seemed very feminine
and this was normal for him. He was
also shorter than most boys his age, looking
as though he could have been thirteen.
Haraku took a seat at the back of the class
room alone, crossing his legs under the
desk and setting down his black spiral
book before him, pen in hand, and
started writing straight from his own mind
and tuning out the chattering sounds of
the other students in the room.
