[The first time Neko had looked over his feelings and thoughts ( A rare event indeed)]

He smirked, leaning back against the desk, a bottle of Pour de Visquor in his hand, dranking some. He sighed, thinking over last night, and the cosicential moments he had endured. "The ordasity," He thought to himself. "How dequariting people can be." He yawned, drinking some of the whiskey. How weird people could be. The ball, and how Devlin loves Raven. It was a thought he wished to destrought, knowingly the feeling of something was present. It was nice, how Raven looked in that dress. He drank some more whiskey. How beautiful she was, and how she surpassed others in great lengths. "Damnit!" He smashed the bottle of whiskey in his grasp, only a small amount falling to the floor with the shatterd glass; for there was only a little amount because he had drank almost all of it. That feeling was comming again. It was a sensation he had everytime he thought of Raven. He looked at his palm; the hand used to smash the bottle. The pentagrahm. He was a Caleum. That much was certine. The last of the Caleums. But nothing more, he could not reconfigure. His memories were bleak, seemingly mixed in with pain. Pain. The other thing he could only remember. But what was the only thing he never wished to feel? He then felt a sickening feeling overcome him. "Love", he whisperd. He almost vomited from the enduration. He would never feel it, or so he wanted to believe. "Love is for the weak," he thought. "Why do I need it?" But it was not that he was disgusted by the feeling of love, but at the ironic fact that he was actually feeling it. "No," He said. "Raven loves Devlin, never me." He felt a wave of anger decisate him. "Devlin," He repeated. But as quickly as the rage came, it subsided all to quickly. He rememberd what Raven said to him.
"One slip backwards, and I'll send you out on your ass. If all you want to do is mess up the school, then just fuck off."
He knew the words. She knew them. They knew. They knew? Who exactly were "they"? Yet again, the bleak image of void was present. He rememberd nothing from who "they" were. He sighed, then thinking yet again. "Raven. Raven. Raven." It was all he thought. "WHAT THE HELL!?", he yelled, lifting his arm at an alarming rate. He punched at the desk, his eyes faded to black slightly as the fist penetrated through, shatterd and coarsed pieces of the remaining desk flying from the destroyed article of furniture. All he thought was raven. How she looked, the way she talked, even how she would walk down the halls of the Academy. He walked away, his foot stomping over the shatterd glass mixed with the wooden clastics, walking himself out of her office as he wished to forget all he could remember. That was the last time he ever wished to remenice on his thoughts.