Leona woke with a start as her alarm blared loudly next to her ears. She lazily reached out from under the bed sheet to turn it off, yawning loudly as she did. She kicked to drag the sticky sheet from her body, sticky from the sweat caused by the hot night. Wondering to herself why Gorat didn't have proper air conditioning installed.

She quickly slipped from her night time apparel into some clothes suitable for her first day at University. A white button-up shirt with cut-away sleeves, a pleated black mini skirt and under that a pair of short bike shorts. She twirled a little in front of the mirror in her room. She felt alive and fresh, ready to tackle whatever may come at her this day.

Rushing downstairs she grabbed a couple of pieces of toast and threw her bag over her shoulder, opening the front door and ready to leave.

“You’re not seriously going like that are you?” Ida called from the kitchen where she was preparing breakfast.

Leona turned and saw that Ida was eying her up and down, slowly tapping her hand with a spatula.

“But of course, what’s wrong with it,” Leona tried to say through a mouth full of toast. The words came out mumbled, but Ida seemed to understand. The spatula was suddenly pointed directly at her.

“Firstly, that top looks far too tight, you look like your about to burst the buttons. And why white? Your bra is showing through it. The skirt is way too short. At least you had the decency to put some bike shorts on,” Ida seemed exasperated, “as it stands, every man and his dog will have their eyes glued to you.”

Leona swallowed first before speaking next.

“I guess you haven't seen what they are wearing in the city then. Compared to them, this is quite tame.”

The spatula swayed in her direction a few more times. Ida sighed and turned around to look after the eggs before they started burning. A small smile of victory graced Leona's face. She span to leave the house.

Turning straight into Gorat who was now in the doorway. She bounced off his tree trunk like chest and landed on her bottom on the floor. She blushed furiously and stood up again, taking Gorat's helping hand.

“Sorry Leona, didn't mean to startle you,” he blushed slightly as he noticed what she was wearing and tried to hide it by bringing his hand from behind his back, “here, this is for you. A present for your first day of university.”

She looked at the small box. Took it in her hands, and undid the little ribbon that surrounded it.

“You mean along with the books, and the computer, and everything else you have given me so far?”

“This is a little bit more special to me though.”

Leona opened the box to reveal a pen. It was shining like silver and had engravings of wolves down its side. She held it in her hand and could feel the weight of it.

“Your father owned this pen. His father had it made for him. It’s not silver if you’re wondering, just stainless steel. Would be a bit dangerous to have silver around.”

Leona held the pen tightly in both hands and pressed it against her heart. Her father had died the night she was born. Her mother had died while giving birth to her. She had nothing of them, no memories, no photos. The house had been burnt down. Her family, aunts and uncles and cousins, they told her that her father had died saving her mother, saving his daughter.

Tears glistened in her eyes and she wiped them away quickly. No good to be crying on her first day at University. She gave Gorat a huge hug before pushing past him and out the door. She put the pen in her bag and jumped on her bicycle.

The ride was brief and it didn't take her long to reach the University. It sprawled before her over several blocks. It had its own roads running through it and building upon building rose before her. She felt small before the immensity of the place. She could see other students going in, and followed them silently. Finding a place to keep her bike and lock it up wasn't hard. Finding the administration block was a little harder.

Thankfully there were signs posted around and eventually she found her way there. The women inside were quite friendly.

“Um, hi, my names Leona. I'm supposed to start today.”

The lady behind the counter lowered her glasses a little and pulled open a draw in the cabinet beside her.

“Everyone is starting today, dear. Now, what’s your last name? I'll find your schedule for you. I take it you don't have one.”

“It's Remus, Ma'am,” she said as she leaned over the counter to see what the lady was doing.

“Ah, yes, I see,” she pulled some files out, “you missed the orientation. So here’s your schedule, and a map, you shouldn't have any trouble finding your way,” she then proceeded to hand a few papers over to Leona who took them with a big smile.

She left quickly, and started off in the direction she thought she was supposed to be going. A few moments later she blinked as she realised she was standing back in the same spot she had just left from. She turned the map around a few times, and took off in another direction. But the same thing happened, and she was once again standing before the administration building.

She let out a long sigh she tried to make heads and tails of the map. Her nostrils flared as an overly sharp scent stung her nose. She took a few shallow breathes to try and get rid of it. It didn't go away though. It was getting closer to her too.

“I take it your lost,” a deep voice echoed from behind her.

She turned to face it and almost stumbled as her jaw dropped to her feet. Behind her was standing a man that put Russell to shame. He was of medium height, with a slim build, but his muscles showed easily through the tight white t-shirt he wore. His shiny raven black hair was brought forward so that it framed his face with small spike, slightly obscuring his hazel eyes. Over his t-shirt he wore a long sleeved black shirt, left wide open. His pants were straight black leather trousers of very fine quality, and below them heavy black leather boots.

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Across his shoulder he held a leather jacket and a bag which was probably full of book. He was leaning against the wall of the administration building watching her, a slight smile on his lips.

She struggled to speak. The smell was mixing with his looks and nearly choking her. She put the smell down do a cologne he was wearing. A few consonants stuttered from her mouth. She could sense he was checking her out. His eyes were trailing across her face. Over her dark green eyes, her petite nose, and pouting lips. Then down her long black hair that flowed onto her shoulder. She waved the map in front of her to grab his attention again. He reached forward with simple purpose and scrunched the map up.

“Now what did you go and do that for?” she finally managed to get out.

“Well, it was obviously confusing you more than anything else here.”

“But how will I get to class now?”

He nodded towards the other papers she was holding. “I had noticed as you walked by earlier that you were in the same class as me. It was only proper for me to escort you there, rather than have you wandering around like a lost lamb.”

He pulled himself upright with the grace of a hunting cat and paced towards her. He grabbed her upper arm and span her around. Pulling her along slightly they started off in a direction she hadn't thought of taking yet.

“So, um, hi. My name is Leona.”

He just kept walking, seeming to ignore her. Inside he was reeling though. Her bosom was heaving so close to him, nearly bursting out of her shirt. She shifted his belt a little. Her long, toned legs stretched down from the skirt, and his eyes followed them up from her ankles as her skirt lifted a little as she brushed against him.

“Thanks for helping me out. I doubt I would have found it by lunch.”

The man stayed quiet still. He let his grip on her arm go though. Leona didn't care that he wasn't talking, she was lost in his looks. She breathed in deeply, taking in his scent. As she did her top two buttons came undone. He gulped as her cleavage and rose red bra were exposed. Quickly she did the buttons up again.

“Whoops. So you’re taking the same class as me? Guess I'll get to see a lot more of you.”

He turned and looked at her briefly, and gave a little shrug. That was the greatest response she managed to get out of him the whole way to class. Before they went in though she stopped, grabbed his arm, and pulled him around to face her.

“Come on, at least tell me your name.”

He shrugged again, “Tyran,” then pulled out of her grip and went inside.

She sighed a deep sigh and slid against the wall, holding the papers she had close to her chest. Her angel had a name now, and it was Tyran. She stopped daydreaming and went inside.

Tyran had taken a seat on the far side of the room. Leona looked around to find where the vacant seats were so that she could sit down. As she did she noticed that the eyes of every girl in the room had her eyes squarely targeting Tyran. The other guys in the room seemed to be shifting uncomfortably as they all noticed too.

Eventually she found the last remaining seat, on the opposite side of the room to Tyran. She would have to watch her angel from afar then.

The class started without further incident, and it moved through the day with ease. Every now and again she would glance over to look at Tyran, and on more than one occasion she found him looking at her, spinning a pencil around in his fingers. He never had a smile though. It wasn't a frown, he just seemed to be showing no emotion to what was going on.

The professor called an end to the class, and everyone filed out of the room. Tyran walked off purposefully towards where the car park was. A crowd of girls started following him, their eyes firmly planted on his back. They stayed a respectable distance away, but were clearly watching his every move. Leona joined the pack and tailed Tyran.

Halfway to the car park he lifted his arms to slide his leather jacket on, to the sighs and gasps of the gathered group. He seemed not to notice though. Or, Leona considered, he was so used to it that it was just second nature.

As he entered the car park the whole crowd stopped and waited at the entrance. A few of the guys from class had followed the girls, and were now waiting with him. Leona hears the girls muttering and giggling too each other. Mostly that he was cute and handsome, in a rugged sort of way. They all seemed to have fallen head over heels for Tyran.

A roar sounded from the car park, and a man on a black motorbike edged in silver came down from between the cars. Tyran's clothes were obvious. One of the girls fainted, the scene getting too much. Even the boys had to gasp at this. As Tyran raised the front wheel to roar out of the university grounds one of the boys exclaimed to the group.

“That’s a custom Hayabusa. Only a few of those were ever made. Must be worth a fortune.”

“How did he managed to get one of those?”

This caused another girl to faint. So he was handsome, strong and rich. What more could a girl want in a guy. Leona held her hand against her heart. She walked away from the group signing. Undid her bike, flung her bag over her shoulder and rode back to Gorat's house, which was her home while she was going to University.

When she opened the door she could smell a menagerie of scents coming from the direction of the kitchen. Ida was in there cooking dinner for the night. Leona headed for the stairs but Ida called out to her before she mounted the first step.

“So how was your first day?”

Leona blushed deep red and clasped her bag against her chest.

“Leona? How was it?”

“It was good Ida, I think I'm really going to enjoy it there.”

“That’s good then.”

Leona smiled to herself and went upstairs, threw her bag in the corner and collapsed on the bed, her arms spread wide.