1 Transfer Student

The principal's office was silent, save for the clock's ticking. The two occupants that resided in said room were going about their business and enjoying the company that the other person brought, even if it was one of quiet camaraderie.

Ji-ae lounged on an armchair that was placed in the corner of the room, her long dark hair cascaded over the chairs edge and almost brushed the floor. Her radiant ruby eyes roamed back and forth across her textbook, lazily. Her face retained an air of noble elegance and exhibited her very existence.

A noble.

Although she hardly had any recollection of her past; with bits and pieces here and there that was nothing short of blurry.

Only one face stuck out amongst the crowd of people that she had met in her long life; one that would be hard to forget regardless of one's disconnected memories.

His hair was inky black and fell to just above his shoulders, and his blood-red eyes seemed to shine, even in the darkness. One cross earring dangled from his ear.

His name was on the tip of her tongue, but it stuck and wouldn't form on her lips.

Across from where she rested there was a man. A man who was also known as the principal of this very school that she attended.

His blonde hair flowed past his shoulders and framed his handsome face. A smile was forever hung on the corner of his lips, and as he usually did in the mornings, he was scanning the newspaper.

He glanced over at the girl who for some reason liked to spend her time in his office.

Well he knew the reason: she could feel a familiarity towards him, one that he also felt.

However, that was because he did indeed know her - the real her. The her, before her memories faded.

They had been close friends since they were young. It saddened him somewhat that she didn't recognise the things of the past, and the friendship they shared.

His reminiscences of old times were interrupted by a knock at the door.

After he called out 'come in', a young man with red hair and wore the male equivalent of Ji-ae's uniform entered, sporting a bandage across his nose.

Ji-ae looked up from her book and shot her friend a grin who returned it, a blush appearing on his cheeks.

"Oh ~ Shinwoo. For what did you come here?" Frankenstein said in a cheery voice. "Some kind of trouble again?"

Shinwoo rubbed the back of his head and embarrassedly replied, "heh heh. That's not it."

"There was a transfer student, so I brought him here."

"Transfer?" Frankie was a little confused.

"The teacher instructed me to take him to you."

"Is that so? Thank you. You should return to class before you're any more late." And then added as an afterthought, "you too Ji-ae. It's not good to be in here when you're supposed to be in class."

Ji-ae rolled her eyes and shut her book. She stood up and gathered her things.

Frankenstein looked down at some documents.

"Hm ~ a transfer student? That's bizarre. There's nothing regarding a transfer student in the documents..." He took off his glasses and looked up when he heard Ji-ae's bag drop to the floor.

He was slightly startled when he noted her expression, he was then even more shocked when he saw the 'transfer student', who had entered the room without his noticing.

"Y...you!" Ji-ae could only stutter as she gazed at the man who had invaded her dreams and memories.

The same black hair and red eyes, that were currently locked on her own.

He was even more elegant than the him that she had pictured all these years. His looks were otherworldly and unlike any other 'human' male... if he was even human, that is.

Which she doubted.

A hint of recognition was etched on his face and was that... also sadness?

Why would he look sad when he glanced at her?

Had they met before?

Or was it just something her fuzzy brain had made up?

Frankenstein's face wasn't any better than Ji-aes.

"N...no way." Was the only thing he managed to squeeze out, past the lump that had formed in his throat.

Impossible! It was simply illogical!

Had his master finally woken up?

That was undeniably the case, as he wouldn't be standing in front of him now and would still be asleep in that coffin.

And then the black-haired male opened his mouth.

"It's been a while." His voice was velvety and rich. It seemed to surround Ji-ae, and bring along a sense of comfort. "Frankenstein, Ji-ae."

Now she was sure they had met before.

But where?