Cold Jaded Eyes [Laz/Open]

[Kiloto Cerandos]

[shadow=black,left,300]You're The Devil In Disguise[/shadow]

Take a Breath

Muscles burned with such fire that it consumed her very core, tears stung her eyes.

You Don't Cry Like You Should

She pushed harder, and harder, her muscles contracting and releasing with each step she took as the fire started to burn her heart, the fire licking at the muscle as she gasped for breath.

Does It Hurt? Say Goodbye To This World..

Her sanity had been pushed to its limits inside that hell hole, although she figured out that her ears and tail healed after slicing them with her claws; yes she actually experimented with her healing ability in the detention center. Another gasp of breath brought no release, only more burning that had long since consumed her lungs. She felt her back starting to lock up, which meant her body was being pushed to its limits, maybe beyond.

Cause You're So Unkind..

She had been unkind before leaving into the detention center, she had almost killed one of Lazarus' ex girlfriends. Literally. In truth she felt horrible for it, but she feared showing weakness now, feared being taken advantage of. Giving a glance to the Gym Office door, a soft growl released from her lips, her throat raw as she did a few more laps around the Gym. Ever since she had gotten her body into the best physical shape it could handle, the woman had barely left the Gym. A few times she had to be carried out by other fellow students for passing out onto the floor from exhaustion and once dehydration. Ms. Kochi had told her multiple times to drink plenty of water if she was going to exercise immensely like that. For that reason, she had a cup of water set off to the side that she could grab for a quick drink every now and again.

Suddenly, both of her legs had locked up at the same time and the girl went from a full sprint to a dead stop almost instantly; causing the girl to meowl out in surprise as she rolled across the floor before finally resting onto the dirty cold ground. Sweat beaded down and onto the floor, she had soaked her shirt and most likely shorts and socks. A stinging pain came from her leg knee and her upper back. Sweat stung her eyes as her ears laid flat against her head, tail laying lifeless behind her. Tears streamed down her face, for a long time now she just wanted to cry.

Why? Because of the human emotion bearing down on her soul.

So, she cried, not sobbed, not whined, but let the tears fall down her face as her lower lip trembled and quivered. Her chest rose and fell with quick breaths as her eyes closed, the sweat stinging them even more as she let out one sound, a small whimper.

What had snapped the feline girl out of it was the sound of footsteps heading her way, immediately she sucked it up and went back to her cold state. Trying to sit up, the girl found herself stuck on the floor with her muscles twitching and her throat raw and dry. So she did not speak, probably another student trying to give a helping hand. She was the longest staying student on campus, and that did not include Lazarus because well, he was a teacher now.

When the footsteps got close enough, the girl raised her gaze slightly to try and look over her shoulder, she didn't see anyone and just closed her eyes. A raspy sound coming from her lips that did not belong to her, "What do you want?

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[Leon]

Lazarus, as always, was in one of his rooms working on the schedules of the days to come. Working on various paperwork, all with varying importance, urgency, and length. Lazarus was by far the busiest teacher in the school and was younger than nearly half the students. Granted, he had an unrivaled intelligence and one of the most enlightening abilities a gifted human could hope to have. Not to mention, being able to willingly see into the future helped in almost any situation. Especially those that arose from being a hard ass teacher that most everyone disliked.

Of course, most people misunderstood Lazarus. Nor did they care to understand him. He was just an ass. He wouldn't have to be that way, if people could just obey him. Life would be easier in that light, though many may see it as dictatorial or arrogant of him to think so. Alas, the boy did not care, for he was too intelligent to be bothered by the masses who wished to defy him. Even if they knew his way was for the best; People were funny that way.

In the midst of his work, Lazarus' attention was caught off guard by the sound of someone falling on the gymnasium floor. It was Kiloto again, no doubt. She'd been in this part of the school ever since she was released from her prison. It was becoming a nuisance, but Lazarus had let it slide so far. He still hadn't congratulated her for protecting the other students, but then again the whole situation was sketchy to say the least. After an exasperated sigh, Lazarus pushed his chair back and stood; Quickly setting off to aid the young cat girl.

What do you want? Came the hoarse voice of a throat deprived of fluids, of course Lazarus foresaw this and grabbed her glass of water. "At it again, Kiloto?" Lazarus asked, kneeling down to push her the glass. The girl was trying to act as if she hadn't pushed herself to the point of exhaustion and forcing her muscles to deteriorate, rather then become stronger. "You're an idiot," Lazarus stated coldly. Of course he'd scold her, it was what he did best, but as usual, it was for her own good.

"You're not helping yourself by doing this. At this point, your body is just going to keep shutting down. The point of working out is to tear the muscles enough to let them reform into a stronger form of themselves. Not tear and continue doing so, until they deteriorate. You must allow them time to heal and become stronger." With his usual, superior tone, Lazarus seemed to demean her, more than assist her. At least, to anyone other than Kiloto, that'd be what it sounded like. One thing he didn't know, was that she understood him better than anyone else.

[Kiloto Cerandos]

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Why did he have to sound like such a smart ass? Well, he was by far the most intellegent person she ever met. Finally having the ability to turn her head to him, she turned to her back and forced her twitching and sore muscles to push her up. She looked back to him after a few pants and inhaled silently and deeply.

You're an idiot

Wasn't she always? Being the sweetest girl in the school..before the incident with Lazarus's ex girlfriend, she was seen as someone who could be stepped all over and mostly ignored. As long as you petted her and gave her good yet empty words, she was please..at least that was before.

You're not helping yourself by doing this. At this point, your body is just going to keep shutting down. The point of working out is to tear the muscles enough to let them reform into a stronger form of themselves. Not tear and continue doing so, until they deteriorate. You must allow them time to heal and become stronger

Was he actually trying to give her a lesson in Anatomy? With a look sent his way that basically said, 'No shit Sherlock' she sighed softly and raised the water to her lips, swallowing its contents quickly to quench her thirst as she emptied the glass and set the empty cup down beside her. Sighing afterwards, she looked back at him with a calm and collected stare.

"I know that Lazarus, have you already forgotten that I'm at the top of my class in the Science Field?" It was true, she was one of the smartest students when it came to Science..other than Lazarus.

"I don't mean to push myself this hard purposely, I sometimes just forget how long I've worked out and what it's going to do to my body. I just don't want to be weak anymore, I'm tired of these ignorant fools walking all over me.." She looked down to her lap, seeing the muscles under her skin bulging and twitching. Her cat like irises scanning each muscle with careful analysis as she shook her head.

"Besides, in the short time that I have been released from the Detention Center, it's impossible for me to do any long term damage to the muscles of my body. I'd have to work my muscles twenty four seven to be able to do even a little long term damage. Muscles repair as soon as they are in a relaxed state which occurs most often during sleep and especially in REM sleep."

Looking back up to him, her stare seemed a bit to calm now, she felt her jaw twitch as she closed her eyes and shook her head. "I know you're looking out for me sometimes Lazarus, and I appreciate it, you've looked out for me ever since I first came here as a baby..." She still remembered the first memory of her and Lazarus, they were toddlers at the time and she kept on trying to get him to play; in her own childish ignorance the kitten got stung by a bee and cried until he pulled out the stinger and told her to shut up. A small smile came to her lips, he was always so harsh.

The whole ordeal with her saving the students even brought Kiloto baffled, and in truth she didn't believe it in the slightest. How could she save the students after her horrendous actions?

With a small wince, she curled up her legs to criss-cross them as she looked back to him, resting her hands in her lap as she stared at her hands. "Hey..do you believe this whole thing about me saving the students?" Looking up to him, her eyes told it all, she didn't believe it in the slightest.

"I mean..I remember telling Headmaster that I'd protect Akuma with my life..but the entire thing seems pretty stupid.." Looking back down, the girl fiddled her thumbs together; "Heh..it sounds more like something Headmaster or you would do, not someone as ignorant and weak as me.." Well now she was just contradicting herself, but then again, maybe she was just sympathizing with Lazarus's views.[/ul][/size]