Class c blues

                                    

                                          
Moriarty POV:
"Brother!"
"Sister"
I couldn't help but allow a smile to cross my face. It reminded me of my brothers. One of them wasn't currently in this school. My hand shook at the thought but he'd be here next year. Faking across country documents was annoyingly difficult.
The boy with purple hair glanced up at me. His eyes looked different from when I had first saw him just a few seconds before hand. It was almost as if he was staring through my soul. Figuring out everything about me before I even said a word. How interesting.
"I'm William James Moriarty, im pleased to meet you" I decided to set a friendly atmosphere whilst I could. I noticed his muscles slightly release tension and his eyes cool down. 
"I'm sora, did anything happen to my sister" whilst his voice had a calming melody it also had one of warning. A familia connection hmmm.
"No. A classmate scared her a little but she wasn't touched" I merely wanted to communicate I wasn't a harmful presence. He seemed compassionate enough so I was hoping to make my first links in this school.
"Ok then, it's a pleasure to meet you then Moriarty. School can be a little stressful sometimes can't it? Separated from siblings can be tough, especially leaving some behind perhaps? To calm everyone's nerves let's play a game!" He initially wiped his brow  and then a smile creeped its way across his face.
I guess I had put my guard down too much. I should've put a poker face on when he began to read me. My eyes truly do betray me.
"And what game would that happen to be? Growing up without helpful parental influence must of allowed you to play many games" I wasn't so shabby at cold reading myself. His tie was extremely scruffy and no mother and father would allow such a thing. His hair was unkempt and his shoes were dirty. He had a large attachment to his sister that only usually comes from extreme circumstance.
He had either grew up in war zone or he had little help from his parents. At least competent ones. But that was all a guess. His smile widened.
"Whilst I would've loved to play chess, I haven't had  the chance to acquire a board yet. Soooo let's play rock paper scissors shoot" the challenge in his voice was alluring. Truly a simple but interesting game. Every option had a 1/3 chance of each outcome. Technically it was a game of luck but the other person could be influenced into picking a different option
Unfortunately I hadnt researched the physchology of the game so I was at an annoying disadvantage. However general physchology works in all situations. 
"I can only win with paper" 
That statement threw me off slightly but I maintained my facial expression and made sure my gait didn't either.  
"I say we only play a single round, the day is vast isn't it?" I wanted him to not think about the game. A question should hopefully dislodge him. 
"Of course" 
I could try a strategy where I completely randomised it but he likely already knew what I'd throw by attempting that. He placed a fist on his palm. I reciprocated.
"Rock"
The timer began
"Paper"
The hands of time accelerated 
"Scissors"
I had chosen 
"Shoot"
I had thrown paper. Whilst he had thrown...
Paper.
I breathed a sigh of relief. His face was unreadable and I hadn't a clue what he was going to do. But in hindsight he was always going to play paper. He was testing me and my character.
How enjoyable.
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Fyodor POV:
How amazing. How great. A perfect environment to kill him in how delightful. It's sad to think the best chess buddy I've ever had will be dead a year or two from now. I guess there are a number of chess fanatics I could play at this institution. 
However before locating anyone of those I needed to decide how to deal with the little mouse stalking me. Should I give a nugget of information about me. Give it something to chew before I crush it or leave them with nothing. What to do? What to do~? 
She was good with blending in with the others in the corridors but she was nothing compared to me.
I put my hand in my pocket, switched on silent mode and dialled someone. I'd rather this girl not see what I was doing. 
As I walked past class A it's door slid open and an associate of mine walked out. She was truly a helpful young lady. She had a minor ego but it was far more easy to deal with her.
She scanned the area and began following me attempting to figure out what was going on. Four right turns they always say. 
By the second turn it seems she had understood what I wanted and approached nishikigi. 
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Chisato POV:
"Hello miss would you happen to know the direction to bathroom. I perhaps drank a little too much water before I came here" a random girl approached me.
She seemed pleasant enough and her white hair was super cool but I really didn't have the time. I was about to foresake all honour and lie to her when I noticed the man was gone. I guess there was truly no reason to follow him but my intuition still told me otherwise.
"I was heading there myself, let's go together!" I grabbed her arm and we began walking over to the toilets. 
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Ayanokoji POV:
"So would you like to wage all out war?"