Untitled Story #240245
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kageisukeSeries Title : Caster College
Series Rating : PG-13 - NC-17
Word Count : 3,729
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7 : Ranking Week 1
Jesus Christ.
Ryan clicked off the TV and sat up. Someone was banging on his door again. He stood and started to look into his room for the time, but remembered he had destroyed his clock. Cursing, he quickly flicked the TV on, looked at the time, then turned it off. It was 4:30, and he was just entering deep sleep when someone decided to have a fit against his door.
Angrily pressing the button, the door slid open and Traine appeared. He leaned against the door frame and glared down at the smaller man.
Ryan looked him up and down. He had a few cuts on his face, but there was only one bandage on what he assumed was the worst one. Bandages wrapped around one wrist and his other forearm. There were some on his shoulders, a few wrapped around his torso, and a support for his knee.
“You been in some kind of war?” Ryan questioned.
“Did you lose you first match or something?” Traine sneered, looking at him.
“No I didn’t lose!”
“I had 6 fights today.”
“What?! You had 6 fights?!” Ryan gawked.
“You look pretty unscathed for someone who fought today.”
“We only had 2 matches today.”
“Only 2? That’s sad. Ranks 15 through 20 had matches with me.” Traine rubbed his ear and lifted his lip.
“It isn’t my fault. We’re on the pyramid system.”
“That’s right. So by the end of the week, you should be 400 or something, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Cocky bastard, aren’t you. What if someone beats you?”
“Like who?”
Traine shrugged. “Another newbie maybe. We don’t know about all of you guys yet.”
“There are 5 of us, and I’ve already beaten two. The other two were beaten by the people I beat.”
“Well then, nevermind.”
Ryan looked him up and down again. Damn. He looked a little ruffled.
“’Anyway, it’s time for your daily beat down.”
“You’re injured aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be resting?”
“Like hell. Get your ass in the dojo. This is nothing. “
“If you say so,” Ryan muttered, wandering to the door. After this, he should sleep really well.
“Have you gotten a new alarm clock yet?”
“No, why?”
“Guess I’ll be waking you up tomorrow, too.”
“Huh?”
“Off guard!” Traine smacked him on the back of the head.
“Ow! Bastard! We haven’t started yet!”
“Yes we have.” Traine smacked him again. “Come on.” He jumped around on his toes. “You should be able to at least hit me if you think I’m so injured.”
And so, Ryan tried. Again, and again, and again, but Traine always stayed one millimeter out of his grasp. He shouted in frustration at the grinning red head.
“I hate you,” Ryan seethed.
Traine smiled. “Of course.” He backed away to the door. “Time for me to escape... Keep training. Maybe you’ll catch me one day.” He fled out the door.
Ryan took in a deep breath. This was irritating. He didn’t know what Traine thought he was doing, coming in here and supposedly helping him train. He was probably bored and found him interesting. Something akin to a new toy.
Well, whatever. Ryan left the dojo and plopped back down on the couch. He was sweaty, and stunk, but he was too lazy to take a shower. He simply went to sleep again.
Ryan cursed and rolled over. Traine must love banging on his door, because he did it really loud and it shook every molecule of air in the room.
Ryan trudged to the door and opened it.
“Wake up. It’s 6:15, and we have to be there early for some stupid announcement.”
Ryan groaned and waved him off. He dragged to the bathroom and went through the whole morning routine, emerging more or less clothed and ready for school. There wasn’t anything in the fridge to eat, so he’d have to grab something from the cafeteria. He hadn’t had breakfast there before, so he hoped it was palpable.
He left his room and eventually found his way to the lobby. He looked at the clock above the door. It was 6:45, and it was unusually quiet. He turned the corner and saw them all lying around on the couches and even the floor.
“Hi Ryan!” Schwanz bounced up, the only soul who seemed to have any living energy.
“Bastard...” Craig muttered. “He had 10 matches yesterday and he has more energy than all of us...”
Blaine slouched back against the cushions of the arm chair. He had a few hairs sticking out of place and wasn’t as manicured as usual. Blake was glowering at nothing in particular and had quite a few bruises on his arms and legs.
“I wouldn’t mess with Blake today,” Schwanz whispered. “Blaine beat him again yesterday, and he’s really mad.”
“Then why is he sitting next to him?”
Schwanz looked over his shoulder, then shrugged. “Blaine’s the only person who’ll get that close to him right now.”
“Oh.” That didn’t make a bit of sense.
There was a poof and out of no where, someone appeared in the smoke. “What’s with all the doom and gloom?”
“Kris!” Schwanz glomped the shadowed figure. “Were you here yesterday?”
“Yes, why?”
“Why didn’t you come and see me?!”
Kris smiled. “I did my matches and then had something else to do...”
“Liar.”
“It’s the truth, honest.” Kris held up two fingers. “Ninja promise.”
Traine snorted from his position sprawled on the floor.
“What was that?” Kris said lowly, glaring at the body.
“Nothing at all-”
“I didn’t think so.”
“-wanna-be ninja.”
Shuriken embedded themselves into the floor next to Traine’s head.
“You go ahead and say that again.”
“Shut the FUCK up. It’s too early in the morning for this fucking SHIT.” Blake snarled at Kris.
“What was that? I thought I heard a little dog yapping.” Kris held a hand up to his ear.
“You heard me, wanna-be shinobi, with your stupid little fake shuriken and kunai.”
Kris laughed. “Coming from a wanna-be assassin with wire in his watch and,” he waggled his fingers, “intimidating glares, that doesn’t mean much.”
Blake rose out of his seat. “Means more than those dull little knives you throw around.”
“You wanna see how dull they are?” Kris sneered, allowing a kunai to drop down his sleeve. His finger slipped into the circlet at the end and twirled it.
Blake and Kris started to move towards each other at once. There was an audible snapping and whirring as Blake took hold of the black piece at the end of his wire.
Blaine rose from his seat. “Stop being ridiculous, both of you.” His hands rose and started to drop onto the quarreling men’s shoulders.
Kris turned to the side and let Blaine’s hand fall through the air. Blake’s viciously slapped the offending hand away.
“Don’t touch me,” he hissed. The slapping sound and click as his wire sucked back into his watch echoed through the lobby.
There was a long silence as everyone watched what would happen.
They glared at one another for the longest time until Blake stomped away. Blaine watched him out of the corner of his eye as he left the building. There was a collective sigh as everyone started to move and breathe again.
“That was a tense situation, wasn’t it?” Schwanz said with a smile. “You’re already starting stuff and you just got here, Kris!”
“I didn’t start anything,” Kris muttered, dropping a smoke bomb to cover their leaving.
“Looks like we’re all going to be late,” Blaine said aloud, glancing at the clock.
There were curses and most fled to the second building.
Ryan, Traine, and Blaine stayed in the lobby.
“You let him get away with a lot of shit, Blaine,” Traine commented.
Shrugging, the blonde moved towards the door. “He’s just mad because I beat him yesterday.”
“Yeah, ‘just mad’.” Ryan snorted and strolled out the door in front of the other two.
“Anyway,” Traine started to change the subject. “Don’t get beat by the 450th ranked today. It’ll be sad if you stay in the bottom 200 for two months.”
“Shut up! It probably took you half a year to get to 300th!”
Blaine laughed. “Now, now children.”
“Stop acting like you’re our father or some shit!”
“It’d be kinda creepy having such a se-“ Ryan stopped.
“Having such a what?” Blaine questioned.
Sexy father, Ryan thought to himself, but said aloud, “Having such a sissy father.”
“I’m not a sissy.”
“You’re girlier than a lot of the girls I’ve fucked,” Traine chortled.
“You choose ugly woman.”
“He’ll fuck anything that walks on two legs.”
“I will not!”
“We’re going to be really late.”
“Fuck being late! What do you mean I’ll fuck anything that walks on two legs! I wouldn’t screw Blake!”
“But you said Blaine was really girly, and he walks on two legs.”
“My ass is off limits.”
“Don’t encourage him! That’s disgusting!”
They argued all the way up to the school, but shut up immediately when they entered the building. Sneaking around the corners, they tried to weasel their way into the largest room to hear the announcement, but were caught.
Receiving a loud, long, and stern lecture from both Instructor Dwight and Couch Wilkes at the same time, they were released in just enough time to attend their first matches.
Ryan again easily defeated his opponent and wondered the halls looking for something to do until lunch time. He found the top 100 room and saw Schwanz fighting. He hadn’t ever seen him fight before, even though they were in the same class, and wondered how good he really was. It turned out he was fighting, if you could call it that, Blaine. He was all smiles and seemed to be playing. Even Blaine’s patience wasn’t getting thin at this point. He grabbed the younger man by the arm, after what must have been a good 5 minute chase, and punched him on the top of his head with a stern ‘Stop playing around and be serious!’
Schwanz lip wavered. The tears started to pour, and a loud wail took over half the room.
Ryan half smiled. He really wondered how he managed to stay 4th if he bawled every time someone hit him.
A belligerent Blake walked over and smacked the strawberry blonde hard against the back of his head. He said a few choice words and Schwanz replied with something of his own.
There was a loud “WHAT?!” and Blake started to pounce.
Blaine once again played mediator and was roughly pushed back and cursed at by Blake. It might be a week before he got over being defeated by him again. Blaine sighed and turned away. Blake stalked back over to the fight he had left in progress angrier than before. Ryan watched the person get a severe beat down before turning back. Some guy was talking to Schwanz. After a minute or so, they spaced themselves apart and took their stances.
Schwanz was a completely different person now. He looked very serious. Once it began, Schwanz dove right in for the kill, brushing aside would-be attacks and nailing him in all of his vital points. He then looked down at his opponent, who struggled to stand. Saying something to them, the person shook his head. Saying something else, the person hung his head as he answered.
Schwanz bounded away towards the other door just as the bell rang. Lunch time.
Ryan stepped back from the open door and felt something swish past. He turned to look and saw Mr. Smith disappear around the corner.
Was he actually running? What was he-?
Schwanz appeared from around the corner. His face lit up. “Hi Ryan!” He jogged up. “Have you seen Mr. Smith? I thought I just saw him...”
Ryan smirked. NOW he knew what he was running from. Poor bastard. “Nope.”
Schwanz peered closer. “Are you SURE?”
Ryan laughed. “Yeah I’m sure, you little monkey. Now let’s go eat. We both need our energy for the next round of fights.”
Schwanz skipped his way to the cafeteria with Ryan walking behind him. “You get it easy! I bet you beat all those people no sweat!”
“Yeah, but I don’t know how it’s going to be once I get up to your level.”
With a wink, the shorter man walked through the door to the cafeteria. “Don’t worry! You’ll get help and it’ll be easy!”
Ryan lifted an eyebrow.
“Hi Traine!” Schwanz plopped down at the table.
“SHUT UP.”
Ryan laughed. “It’s the group of the walking dead.”
“You haven’t had to do anything, that’s why!” Thomas cried, slumping to the table’s surface.
“Bitch and moan,” Ryan said, waving his hand.
Blaine stared off at nothing.
Ryan waved a hand in front of his face. “Hello in there?” No response.
“Jesus. Is it really that bad? Your hair has lost its shine and you look pale.”
Blaine slumped. “I can’t wait for this to be over.”
Ryan poked at him. “How many matches has HE had?”
“More than Schwanz,” Blake answered, slowly drinking a bottle of water. “He’s had 8 matches today already.”
“I had 5 today!” Schwanz piped up. “And I’ll have another 5 this afternoon!”
“I have at least another 6,” Blaine said miserably, slumping forward.
Schwanz laughed. “I had ten yesterday, and so did Blaine!”
“I thought Craig said you had the most yesterday...”
“I did! But Blaine had the most, too!”
Ryan’s mouth twitched into a smile. “People are really out to get you, Blaine.”
“It’s because Blake is scary and they’d rather fight me...”
“No, it’s because you’re a fucking pretty boy and they think even though you’re number 2, they can just come up and muss your hair and you’ll run off crying.” Blake’s lip raised into a snarl without a second thought. “They’re just trying to skip over me, the bastards.”
“Aw, poor baby,” Blaine cooed. “You can have some of my matches if you want.”
“Fuck you.”
“Didn’t I say yesterday my ass was off limits?”
Blake chocked on his water. “WHAT?”
“Why hello my little ingrates!”
Traine’s whole body twitched.
“How are all of you this fine day? I hope you’re winning your matches. I don’t want to see any of your beaten or battered bodies in my office this afternoon.”
“Why the HELL would I come to YOU for first aid?!” Traine shouted.
“Because I’m the school doctor!” Icchan said with a smile.
“More like a school nurse,” the red head grumbled.
An eraser clocked him on the side of the head. He shouted angrily and turned in the direction it came from. His eyebrow quirked and he looked to the other side where Icchan was standing.
The doctor shrugged, as if saying ‘I didn’t do it.’
“Damn you, Icchan!”
“That’s MASTER Icchan.”
This time, Traine saw it coming, but was still fwacked in the middle of his forehead. He fell back onto the ground with a layer of chalk dust settling over him.
“Master Icchan,” Ryan said sweetly.
“Yeeessss?” Icchan responded, turning his head in a very abnormal way to look at Ryan, who shuddered a little.
“Where have you been for the past few days?”
“Here and there.”
“That means he wasn’t here and was skipping work,” Blaine translated.
Icchan gripped the top of the blonde’s head and shook it. “Aren’t you a little smart ass?”
“Must be in my blood,” Blaine responded with a smile, letting his head be moved back and forth.
“Abusing the students? How typical of you, Icchan.” He turned.
Mr. Smith glared at him, arms crossed and tapping his foot.
“Mr. Smith!” Schwanz shouted excitedly, and leapt at the man.
Turning to the side to allow the flying boy to careen past him, Mr. Smith pointed towards the office. There was a low thud as Schwanz landed hard on the ground and raised a small cloud of dust.
At least 5 mouths fell open.
“You have a long line of people waiting for you, DOCTOR. So why don’t you go to your office and DO YOUR JOB?”
Icchan pouted, or tried, but was snickering at the still prone body on the ground. Everyone else was still in varying stages of shock.
Schwanz sat up, and everyone heard the sniffling. Mr. Smith didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all. Icchan left, avoiding the withering gaze of Mr. Smith, to do his ‘job’ of mending the broken students.
The bell rang for lunch to end, but they all continued to stand and sit there, staring at the very strange scene in front of them.
“Didn’t I just hear the bell ring?” Mr. Smith’s head rose a little so he had to look down through his glasses. He might not have been the tallest of them all, but it certainly felt like it right then. “You all still have matches left, so get going.”
There were still sounds of tears from behind him.
“T-T-That was r-really m-mean,” Schwanz hiccupped.
“Stop crying, you aren’t a little baby.”
Everyone’s jaws dropped open again.
Schwanz stared up at him, the tears still in the corner of his eyes, but his eyebrows were arched the tiniest bit down, belying the innocence he was portraying. There was a poof of smoke and Kris stepped out from behind it. Feeling the tension, he looked about quickly. Seeing the situation, he felt his body twitch. This wasn’t good.
“Let’s go, Schwanz.”
The smaller man slowly stood up, his gaze never leaving Mr. Smith’s face. “Okay,” he replied lowly, almost as if he was unsure. There was another smoke bomb and they disappeared. It was a second more before Mr. Smith turned from the spot that Schwanz had vacated.
“Didn’t I tell you all that lunch was over?”
Blaine dragged from the bench. He stood leaning against the table for a bit to regain his balance before walking outside to cross the street to the second building. Blake followed, staying close behind him on the left. Craig and Thomas muttered to one another as they took quick glances at Mr. Smith. If he was going to be like that next Tuesday, they weren’t going to try and pull anything with him. Traine stumbled across the street still holding his head. “That damn Icchan!” he snarled. He still felt woozy from being hit with that stupid eraser! Ryan steered clear of the wobbling men, not offering any support.
They parted ways as soon as they entered the building, Ryan heading upstairs while Traine continued straight. Looking at his match list for the afternoon, Traine grumbled to himself. He only had 4 left for the day. That was a relatively light load, considering how busy everyone else was. He rolled his shoulders. Oh well. Time to get started...
Ryan beat his opponent and went home. He did have to admit he was playing around with the poor guy. He couldn’t help it. He figured he should get as much fun in as possible before he couldn’t anymore without serious risk of losing rank.
Heading back to the dorms, he looked at the clock. Things were running a little smoother today, so it was actually 12:30 when he got out. If Traine got out at 4:30 like last time, he could get in a solid 4 hours of rest... Assuming he didn’t get out earlier, too, which would be just his luck...
Blake gripped the bar attached to the side of the elevator wall. Blaine was leaning heavily on him now. If he hadn’t pushed himself so hard, he wouldn’t be struggling to stand right now. Blake looked down. It wasn’t often that he had to look down at Blaine, and it normally wasn’t a good thing.
He heard the ding as the elevator reached their floor. Pushing himself onto his feet, Blaine shuffled out the door. Blake held out an arm to make sure the wobbling blonde didn’t stray too far from the path.
Blake frowned. He didn’t want to take the rest of the night to get him halfway down the hallway to his room. He draped Blaine’s arm over his shoulder and felt the sudden weight. He braced himself and got used to it before taking one step forward at a time.
When Blake reached his room, he slowly put the added weight against the wall.
“You can drag your ass to your own room.” Posed like a statement, but meant as a question.
“Yeah.”
Blake wasn’t quite sure if he heard it or not, but he watched Blaine take a step forward. Satisfied, he slid his card and went inside. It wasn’t too long after that he heard a dull sound against the outside wall. He pursed his lips, but didn’t go to check it out.
He sat down and turned on the haloscreen. He went through one thirty minute show and half of another before he found himself too distracted by the prospect of the noise that had happened outside. He snorted through his nose and went to the door.
He opened it and looked out into the hallway. As he suspected, the unconscious Blaine lay on the floor halfway between the two rooms.
His eyebrow twitched as he went back inside.
Appearing again a minute later, he put a block in front of his door to keep it from closing.
He knelt down beside the body. Was he actually sleeping like this? Frowning, he tried to think of the easiest way to move him. He snorted again. Pushing the taller man’s body into a sitting position, Blake sized him up. Well, only one thing to do.
He hefted the dead weight over his shoulder. He nearly fell back off his heels. God DAMN he was heavy. To think the bastard weighed a little less than he did. Gripping the wall for any support it could give him, he stood and stomped his way to the door.
“I should have just dragged your ass.” He kicked the block out into the hallway and let the door close.
He tipped forward and the body flopped onto the couch, which now was covered with a blanket and pillow. Blaine looked pained for a second, but it faded away.
Blake went on with his normal schedule, mostly ignoring the body on his couch. He ate dinner, stripped down to his boxers for bed, and crash landed head first into his pillow, instantly falling asleep.
Author’s Note : This one was really short… I’m hoping that I’m developing the characters enough through their interactions with one another. If not, I’ll have to explicitly say it, because I don’t seem to be good a beating around the bush… =_=
AN II : My Imouto still has my notebook with the rest of my story in it, so, until she gives it back... I'll only update once a week. Then, after I catch up completely on my typed file, none at all. =_= ::eye shift:: You're the only one reading this,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crack_alchemist, so I suppose this is directed at you...
Series Rating : PG-13 - NC-17
Word Count : 3,729
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7 : Ranking Week 1
Jesus Christ.
Ryan clicked off the TV and sat up. Someone was banging on his door again. He stood and started to look into his room for the time, but remembered he had destroyed his clock. Cursing, he quickly flicked the TV on, looked at the time, then turned it off. It was 4:30, and he was just entering deep sleep when someone decided to have a fit against his door.
Angrily pressing the button, the door slid open and Traine appeared. He leaned against the door frame and glared down at the smaller man.
Ryan looked him up and down. He had a few cuts on his face, but there was only one bandage on what he assumed was the worst one. Bandages wrapped around one wrist and his other forearm. There were some on his shoulders, a few wrapped around his torso, and a support for his knee.
“You been in some kind of war?” Ryan questioned.
“Did you lose you first match or something?” Traine sneered, looking at him.
“No I didn’t lose!”
“I had 6 fights today.”
“What?! You had 6 fights?!” Ryan gawked.
“You look pretty unscathed for someone who fought today.”
“We only had 2 matches today.”
“Only 2? That’s sad. Ranks 15 through 20 had matches with me.” Traine rubbed his ear and lifted his lip.
“It isn’t my fault. We’re on the pyramid system.”
“That’s right. So by the end of the week, you should be 400 or something, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Cocky bastard, aren’t you. What if someone beats you?”
“Like who?”
Traine shrugged. “Another newbie maybe. We don’t know about all of you guys yet.”
“There are 5 of us, and I’ve already beaten two. The other two were beaten by the people I beat.”
“Well then, nevermind.”
Ryan looked him up and down again. Damn. He looked a little ruffled.
“’Anyway, it’s time for your daily beat down.”
“You’re injured aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be resting?”
“Like hell. Get your ass in the dojo. This is nothing. “
“If you say so,” Ryan muttered, wandering to the door. After this, he should sleep really well.
“Have you gotten a new alarm clock yet?”
“No, why?”
“Guess I’ll be waking you up tomorrow, too.”
“Huh?”
“Off guard!” Traine smacked him on the back of the head.
“Ow! Bastard! We haven’t started yet!”
“Yes we have.” Traine smacked him again. “Come on.” He jumped around on his toes. “You should be able to at least hit me if you think I’m so injured.”
And so, Ryan tried. Again, and again, and again, but Traine always stayed one millimeter out of his grasp. He shouted in frustration at the grinning red head.
“I hate you,” Ryan seethed.
Traine smiled. “Of course.” He backed away to the door. “Time for me to escape... Keep training. Maybe you’ll catch me one day.” He fled out the door.
Ryan took in a deep breath. This was irritating. He didn’t know what Traine thought he was doing, coming in here and supposedly helping him train. He was probably bored and found him interesting. Something akin to a new toy.
Well, whatever. Ryan left the dojo and plopped back down on the couch. He was sweaty, and stunk, but he was too lazy to take a shower. He simply went to sleep again.
Ryan cursed and rolled over. Traine must love banging on his door, because he did it really loud and it shook every molecule of air in the room.
Ryan trudged to the door and opened it.
“Wake up. It’s 6:15, and we have to be there early for some stupid announcement.”
Ryan groaned and waved him off. He dragged to the bathroom and went through the whole morning routine, emerging more or less clothed and ready for school. There wasn’t anything in the fridge to eat, so he’d have to grab something from the cafeteria. He hadn’t had breakfast there before, so he hoped it was palpable.
He left his room and eventually found his way to the lobby. He looked at the clock above the door. It was 6:45, and it was unusually quiet. He turned the corner and saw them all lying around on the couches and even the floor.
“Hi Ryan!” Schwanz bounced up, the only soul who seemed to have any living energy.
“Bastard...” Craig muttered. “He had 10 matches yesterday and he has more energy than all of us...”
Blaine slouched back against the cushions of the arm chair. He had a few hairs sticking out of place and wasn’t as manicured as usual. Blake was glowering at nothing in particular and had quite a few bruises on his arms and legs.
“I wouldn’t mess with Blake today,” Schwanz whispered. “Blaine beat him again yesterday, and he’s really mad.”
“Then why is he sitting next to him?”
Schwanz looked over his shoulder, then shrugged. “Blaine’s the only person who’ll get that close to him right now.”
“Oh.” That didn’t make a bit of sense.
There was a poof and out of no where, someone appeared in the smoke. “What’s with all the doom and gloom?”
“Kris!” Schwanz glomped the shadowed figure. “Were you here yesterday?”
“Yes, why?”
“Why didn’t you come and see me?!”
Kris smiled. “I did my matches and then had something else to do...”
“Liar.”
“It’s the truth, honest.” Kris held up two fingers. “Ninja promise.”
Traine snorted from his position sprawled on the floor.
“What was that?” Kris said lowly, glaring at the body.
“Nothing at all-”
“I didn’t think so.”
“-wanna-be ninja.”
Shuriken embedded themselves into the floor next to Traine’s head.
“You go ahead and say that again.”
“Shut the FUCK up. It’s too early in the morning for this fucking SHIT.” Blake snarled at Kris.
“What was that? I thought I heard a little dog yapping.” Kris held a hand up to his ear.
“You heard me, wanna-be shinobi, with your stupid little fake shuriken and kunai.”
Kris laughed. “Coming from a wanna-be assassin with wire in his watch and,” he waggled his fingers, “intimidating glares, that doesn’t mean much.”
Blake rose out of his seat. “Means more than those dull little knives you throw around.”
“You wanna see how dull they are?” Kris sneered, allowing a kunai to drop down his sleeve. His finger slipped into the circlet at the end and twirled it.
Blake and Kris started to move towards each other at once. There was an audible snapping and whirring as Blake took hold of the black piece at the end of his wire.
Blaine rose from his seat. “Stop being ridiculous, both of you.” His hands rose and started to drop onto the quarreling men’s shoulders.
Kris turned to the side and let Blaine’s hand fall through the air. Blake’s viciously slapped the offending hand away.
“Don’t touch me,” he hissed. The slapping sound and click as his wire sucked back into his watch echoed through the lobby.
There was a long silence as everyone watched what would happen.
They glared at one another for the longest time until Blake stomped away. Blaine watched him out of the corner of his eye as he left the building. There was a collective sigh as everyone started to move and breathe again.
“That was a tense situation, wasn’t it?” Schwanz said with a smile. “You’re already starting stuff and you just got here, Kris!”
“I didn’t start anything,” Kris muttered, dropping a smoke bomb to cover their leaving.
“Looks like we’re all going to be late,” Blaine said aloud, glancing at the clock.
There were curses and most fled to the second building.
Ryan, Traine, and Blaine stayed in the lobby.
“You let him get away with a lot of shit, Blaine,” Traine commented.
Shrugging, the blonde moved towards the door. “He’s just mad because I beat him yesterday.”
“Yeah, ‘just mad’.” Ryan snorted and strolled out the door in front of the other two.
“Anyway,” Traine started to change the subject. “Don’t get beat by the 450th ranked today. It’ll be sad if you stay in the bottom 200 for two months.”
“Shut up! It probably took you half a year to get to 300th!”
Blaine laughed. “Now, now children.”
“Stop acting like you’re our father or some shit!”
“It’d be kinda creepy having such a se-“ Ryan stopped.
“Having such a what?” Blaine questioned.
Sexy father, Ryan thought to himself, but said aloud, “Having such a sissy father.”
“I’m not a sissy.”
“You’re girlier than a lot of the girls I’ve fucked,” Traine chortled.
“You choose ugly woman.”
“He’ll fuck anything that walks on two legs.”
“I will not!”
“We’re going to be really late.”
“Fuck being late! What do you mean I’ll fuck anything that walks on two legs! I wouldn’t screw Blake!”
“But you said Blaine was really girly, and he walks on two legs.”
“My ass is off limits.”
“Don’t encourage him! That’s disgusting!”
They argued all the way up to the school, but shut up immediately when they entered the building. Sneaking around the corners, they tried to weasel their way into the largest room to hear the announcement, but were caught.
Receiving a loud, long, and stern lecture from both Instructor Dwight and Couch Wilkes at the same time, they were released in just enough time to attend their first matches.
Ryan again easily defeated his opponent and wondered the halls looking for something to do until lunch time. He found the top 100 room and saw Schwanz fighting. He hadn’t ever seen him fight before, even though they were in the same class, and wondered how good he really was. It turned out he was fighting, if you could call it that, Blaine. He was all smiles and seemed to be playing. Even Blaine’s patience wasn’t getting thin at this point. He grabbed the younger man by the arm, after what must have been a good 5 minute chase, and punched him on the top of his head with a stern ‘Stop playing around and be serious!’
Schwanz lip wavered. The tears started to pour, and a loud wail took over half the room.
Ryan half smiled. He really wondered how he managed to stay 4th if he bawled every time someone hit him.
A belligerent Blake walked over and smacked the strawberry blonde hard against the back of his head. He said a few choice words and Schwanz replied with something of his own.
There was a loud “WHAT?!” and Blake started to pounce.
Blaine once again played mediator and was roughly pushed back and cursed at by Blake. It might be a week before he got over being defeated by him again. Blaine sighed and turned away. Blake stalked back over to the fight he had left in progress angrier than before. Ryan watched the person get a severe beat down before turning back. Some guy was talking to Schwanz. After a minute or so, they spaced themselves apart and took their stances.
Schwanz was a completely different person now. He looked very serious. Once it began, Schwanz dove right in for the kill, brushing aside would-be attacks and nailing him in all of his vital points. He then looked down at his opponent, who struggled to stand. Saying something to them, the person shook his head. Saying something else, the person hung his head as he answered.
Schwanz bounded away towards the other door just as the bell rang. Lunch time.
Ryan stepped back from the open door and felt something swish past. He turned to look and saw Mr. Smith disappear around the corner.
Was he actually running? What was he-?
Schwanz appeared from around the corner. His face lit up. “Hi Ryan!” He jogged up. “Have you seen Mr. Smith? I thought I just saw him...”
Ryan smirked. NOW he knew what he was running from. Poor bastard. “Nope.”
Schwanz peered closer. “Are you SURE?”
Ryan laughed. “Yeah I’m sure, you little monkey. Now let’s go eat. We both need our energy for the next round of fights.”
Schwanz skipped his way to the cafeteria with Ryan walking behind him. “You get it easy! I bet you beat all those people no sweat!”
“Yeah, but I don’t know how it’s going to be once I get up to your level.”
With a wink, the shorter man walked through the door to the cafeteria. “Don’t worry! You’ll get help and it’ll be easy!”
Ryan lifted an eyebrow.
“Hi Traine!” Schwanz plopped down at the table.
“SHUT UP.”
Ryan laughed. “It’s the group of the walking dead.”
“You haven’t had to do anything, that’s why!” Thomas cried, slumping to the table’s surface.
“Bitch and moan,” Ryan said, waving his hand.
Blaine stared off at nothing.
Ryan waved a hand in front of his face. “Hello in there?” No response.
“Jesus. Is it really that bad? Your hair has lost its shine and you look pale.”
Blaine slumped. “I can’t wait for this to be over.”
Ryan poked at him. “How many matches has HE had?”
“More than Schwanz,” Blake answered, slowly drinking a bottle of water. “He’s had 8 matches today already.”
“I had 5 today!” Schwanz piped up. “And I’ll have another 5 this afternoon!”
“I have at least another 6,” Blaine said miserably, slumping forward.
Schwanz laughed. “I had ten yesterday, and so did Blaine!”
“I thought Craig said you had the most yesterday...”
“I did! But Blaine had the most, too!”
Ryan’s mouth twitched into a smile. “People are really out to get you, Blaine.”
“It’s because Blake is scary and they’d rather fight me...”
“No, it’s because you’re a fucking pretty boy and they think even though you’re number 2, they can just come up and muss your hair and you’ll run off crying.” Blake’s lip raised into a snarl without a second thought. “They’re just trying to skip over me, the bastards.”
“Aw, poor baby,” Blaine cooed. “You can have some of my matches if you want.”
“Fuck you.”
“Didn’t I say yesterday my ass was off limits?”
Blake chocked on his water. “WHAT?”
“Why hello my little ingrates!”
Traine’s whole body twitched.
“How are all of you this fine day? I hope you’re winning your matches. I don’t want to see any of your beaten or battered bodies in my office this afternoon.”
“Why the HELL would I come to YOU for first aid?!” Traine shouted.
“Because I’m the school doctor!” Icchan said with a smile.
“More like a school nurse,” the red head grumbled.
An eraser clocked him on the side of the head. He shouted angrily and turned in the direction it came from. His eyebrow quirked and he looked to the other side where Icchan was standing.
The doctor shrugged, as if saying ‘I didn’t do it.’
“Damn you, Icchan!”
“That’s MASTER Icchan.”
This time, Traine saw it coming, but was still fwacked in the middle of his forehead. He fell back onto the ground with a layer of chalk dust settling over him.
“Master Icchan,” Ryan said sweetly.
“Yeeessss?” Icchan responded, turning his head in a very abnormal way to look at Ryan, who shuddered a little.
“Where have you been for the past few days?”
“Here and there.”
“That means he wasn’t here and was skipping work,” Blaine translated.
Icchan gripped the top of the blonde’s head and shook it. “Aren’t you a little smart ass?”
“Must be in my blood,” Blaine responded with a smile, letting his head be moved back and forth.
“Abusing the students? How typical of you, Icchan.” He turned.
Mr. Smith glared at him, arms crossed and tapping his foot.
“Mr. Smith!” Schwanz shouted excitedly, and leapt at the man.
Turning to the side to allow the flying boy to careen past him, Mr. Smith pointed towards the office. There was a low thud as Schwanz landed hard on the ground and raised a small cloud of dust.
At least 5 mouths fell open.
“You have a long line of people waiting for you, DOCTOR. So why don’t you go to your office and DO YOUR JOB?”
Icchan pouted, or tried, but was snickering at the still prone body on the ground. Everyone else was still in varying stages of shock.
Schwanz sat up, and everyone heard the sniffling. Mr. Smith didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all. Icchan left, avoiding the withering gaze of Mr. Smith, to do his ‘job’ of mending the broken students.
The bell rang for lunch to end, but they all continued to stand and sit there, staring at the very strange scene in front of them.
“Didn’t I just hear the bell ring?” Mr. Smith’s head rose a little so he had to look down through his glasses. He might not have been the tallest of them all, but it certainly felt like it right then. “You all still have matches left, so get going.”
There were still sounds of tears from behind him.
“T-T-That was r-really m-mean,” Schwanz hiccupped.
“Stop crying, you aren’t a little baby.”
Everyone’s jaws dropped open again.
Schwanz stared up at him, the tears still in the corner of his eyes, but his eyebrows were arched the tiniest bit down, belying the innocence he was portraying. There was a poof of smoke and Kris stepped out from behind it. Feeling the tension, he looked about quickly. Seeing the situation, he felt his body twitch. This wasn’t good.
“Let’s go, Schwanz.”
The smaller man slowly stood up, his gaze never leaving Mr. Smith’s face. “Okay,” he replied lowly, almost as if he was unsure. There was another smoke bomb and they disappeared. It was a second more before Mr. Smith turned from the spot that Schwanz had vacated.
“Didn’t I tell you all that lunch was over?”
Blaine dragged from the bench. He stood leaning against the table for a bit to regain his balance before walking outside to cross the street to the second building. Blake followed, staying close behind him on the left. Craig and Thomas muttered to one another as they took quick glances at Mr. Smith. If he was going to be like that next Tuesday, they weren’t going to try and pull anything with him. Traine stumbled across the street still holding his head. “That damn Icchan!” he snarled. He still felt woozy from being hit with that stupid eraser! Ryan steered clear of the wobbling men, not offering any support.
They parted ways as soon as they entered the building, Ryan heading upstairs while Traine continued straight. Looking at his match list for the afternoon, Traine grumbled to himself. He only had 4 left for the day. That was a relatively light load, considering how busy everyone else was. He rolled his shoulders. Oh well. Time to get started...
Ryan beat his opponent and went home. He did have to admit he was playing around with the poor guy. He couldn’t help it. He figured he should get as much fun in as possible before he couldn’t anymore without serious risk of losing rank.
Heading back to the dorms, he looked at the clock. Things were running a little smoother today, so it was actually 12:30 when he got out. If Traine got out at 4:30 like last time, he could get in a solid 4 hours of rest... Assuming he didn’t get out earlier, too, which would be just his luck...
Blake gripped the bar attached to the side of the elevator wall. Blaine was leaning heavily on him now. If he hadn’t pushed himself so hard, he wouldn’t be struggling to stand right now. Blake looked down. It wasn’t often that he had to look down at Blaine, and it normally wasn’t a good thing.
He heard the ding as the elevator reached their floor. Pushing himself onto his feet, Blaine shuffled out the door. Blake held out an arm to make sure the wobbling blonde didn’t stray too far from the path.
Blake frowned. He didn’t want to take the rest of the night to get him halfway down the hallway to his room. He draped Blaine’s arm over his shoulder and felt the sudden weight. He braced himself and got used to it before taking one step forward at a time.
When Blake reached his room, he slowly put the added weight against the wall.
“You can drag your ass to your own room.” Posed like a statement, but meant as a question.
“Yeah.”
Blake wasn’t quite sure if he heard it or not, but he watched Blaine take a step forward. Satisfied, he slid his card and went inside. It wasn’t too long after that he heard a dull sound against the outside wall. He pursed his lips, but didn’t go to check it out.
He sat down and turned on the haloscreen. He went through one thirty minute show and half of another before he found himself too distracted by the prospect of the noise that had happened outside. He snorted through his nose and went to the door.
He opened it and looked out into the hallway. As he suspected, the unconscious Blaine lay on the floor halfway between the two rooms.
His eyebrow twitched as he went back inside.
Appearing again a minute later, he put a block in front of his door to keep it from closing.
He knelt down beside the body. Was he actually sleeping like this? Frowning, he tried to think of the easiest way to move him. He snorted again. Pushing the taller man’s body into a sitting position, Blake sized him up. Well, only one thing to do.
He hefted the dead weight over his shoulder. He nearly fell back off his heels. God DAMN he was heavy. To think the bastard weighed a little less than he did. Gripping the wall for any support it could give him, he stood and stomped his way to the door.
“I should have just dragged your ass.” He kicked the block out into the hallway and let the door close.
He tipped forward and the body flopped onto the couch, which now was covered with a blanket and pillow. Blaine looked pained for a second, but it faded away.
Blake went on with his normal schedule, mostly ignoring the body on his couch. He ate dinner, stripped down to his boxers for bed, and crash landed head first into his pillow, instantly falling asleep.
Author’s Note : This one was really short… I’m hoping that I’m developing the characters enough through their interactions with one another. If not, I’ll have to explicitly say it, because I don’t seem to be good a beating around the bush… =_=
AN II : My Imouto still has my notebook with the rest of my story in it, so, until she gives it back... I'll only update once a week. Then, after I catch up completely on my typed file, none at all. =_= ::eye shift:: You're the only one reading this,
crack_alchemist, so I suppose this is directed at you...
