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[Original] New Beginnings: Chapter Nine
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Title: Chapter Nine: An Alliance and Odd Professor
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cherryfox. Otherwise, I think that's about it..
She couldn’t sense it, but even the normally oblivious could tell that she truly wasn’t alone. As Angelique sat down under the tree, reading some book for homework, the angel was completely oblivious to the icy blue eyes staring from behind another book.
Kaijou sighed, putting down his own book. For some angel who was so evil, she didn’t seem to be doing anything that was out of the ordinary for her.
When was he going to capture her acting at her worst?
“She’s wearing your nerves down, isn’t she, Kagemori?”
He swerved to meet the eyes of Marche. Studying the blond over carefully, Kaijou let a breath of relief escape. It was true that the two boys, despite being in the same grade, didn’t get along well – Marche was more athletic, bringing his teammates to victory in lacrosse, while Kaijou was more artsy, and tended to play musical instruments with his heart worn on his sleeve.
Yet, something had brought them both together. Here.
“I don’t know what’s up with her, Lennox,” Kaijou countered, crossing his arms. “But it’s nothing good. I can sense that much.”
Marche took a seat on the ledge of a nearby brick wall (it wasn’t very high – it probably reached to just above his knees when he stood), nodding in slight agreement. “Yeah. I hope that she’s not what all military brats are like, with their parents constantly shipping them around the world and all.” He paused, his eyes observing the slowly darkening sky.
“We need to stop her,” Kaijou spoke in the midst of the awkward silence. “I know this sounds a bit crazy, especially seeing as we’re a year younger than she is.”
“But,” Marche interrupted. “It makes sense. People have been commenting on how weird she’s been acting lately – even the angels during the meeting last week.”
Kaijou looked over at him with an amused smile. “But I thought angels couldn’t…?”
Marche laughed. “Oh, they can. It’s just hard to do so in the public eyes,” He explained somewhat amiably. “But that’s another story for a different day.”
“Indeed,” Kaijou replied, bemused. “The point is that we seventh-graders have to make a stand against the unjust eighth-graders, right?”
“Heck yes,” Marche cried, bolting up from his seat. The two were extremely close to each other by this point, with only a few feet separating them from the other. The blond extended his hand, offering a smile with it.
“…..What do you say to an alliance?”
Kaijou shook Marche’s hand. “What if I said yes,” The black-haired boy asked. “Would you work with that person to dethrone her?”
Marche closed his eyes, taking his free hand and squeezing Kaijou’s own. “….Yes,” He replied solemnly. “Anything for the sake of seeing her out of power.”
*
Out in the distance in the Hoshizen grounds, two blobs could be seen together. Now, if one looked even more closely, the blobs would actually be human beings – one boy and one girl.
The boy, an Englishman by the looks of it, was toying with a staff in his hands, twirling it around freely. And as for the girl?
She glared daggers from behind her flaming red hair. Judging from the looks of it, he had just gravely insulted her (and every bone in the body, too).
“Stop. Twirling. My. Staff.”
The boy grinned amusedly. “Then what’s the magic word, Miss Shikari~?”
“Please,” She grumbled.
He chucked the staff in her direction; she winced, barely catching it in her own hands.
The boy then walked off, tugging on his long sleeves. “It was nice seeing you, miss Shikari.”
“Yeah, right,” She moaned. “Like you’d ever think seeing me is nice, Francsis-san!”
But when she turned to see if he was still there, he was all ready gone.
*
It seemed that all classes became much shorter when it was Friday. As students mingled with each other, various voices could be picked out from among the crowd. A group of girls sat near the window, glancing over at Professor Takahashi at his desk and giggling every now and then. While the teacher seemed to be trying his best to block out their hearing, the other students in the room appeared to be all ears.
One girl whispered to the others, “Doesn’t he look really cute when studying?”
The others nodded in rapid agreement, giggling as they eyed their teacher again. Ari watched from nearby, shaking her head in utter and complete disgust. (Who the heck would think that their teacher was cute?)
“I hear he’s unmarried,” Another spoke up, smiling. “I wonder how old he is..?”
Ari snorted, turning her attention back to the boys. If all the girls her age were going to ogle the teacher, then she was better off with boys who… while they tended to be intellectually challenged, didn’t say stuff like that in public.
“Shouldn’t Shikari-chan know,” One answered, glancing over in the direction of the redhead. “She seems to know the professor a little too well, anyhow.”
THUD.
Everyone swerved to see that not only Shikari had fallen to the ground, but that the professor’s head had met his desk. Rather hard.
“Huh,” Shawn commented, blinking. “Wonder what’s wrong with them…”
Kyr patted him on the shoulder, shrugging. “The world may never know.”
The bell rang; the students hurriedly plopped themselves into the nearby desks. Professor Takahashi rose from his desk, weaving through the desks through the front of the room.
“For Aoaogenya-chan’s benefit, I’m only… twenty six,” He responded good-naturedly, grinning. The rest of the classroom laughed along, glancing over at the girl, whose face, much to everyone’s surprise, had become a bright shade of crimson.
He then motioned over to the board. “You all know that while this class is an elective, I still expect you to listen, right?” Watching as the entire room eventually nodded or gave some sign that they were listening in to the conversation, he continued with his lesson.
“So, parties…. What can you all tell me about them?”
A hand rose.
“Yes, Takaishi-san?”
Kyr’s face flushed a pale shade of red, but he continued, remarking, “A party is the informal term used to refer to a group of mages that are fighting together in a group.”
“Uh-huh,” The professor nodded. “What else?”
“Um,” Kyr continued. “They’re also your lifeline. If you… like are weak on your own, you can
fight stronger monsters with them.”
“Yeah,” Dai interjected. “But being in a party depends on how strong your bond is with the other people. If you don’t know them well, you can’t fight as well.”
The professor leaned against the board, nodding in agreement. “Definitely. That’s exactly why I’ve divided you all into random groups until mid-May to fight monsters in Double Duty and hang out together at least once a week, even if it’s only in this class. If you’re required to fight with strangers, of course you’re not going to perform as greatly as you would be fighting with your best friends, right?”
“I suppose so,” A white-haired boy responded, looking a little unsure. “You sure this great experiment’s gonna work, though?”
Their teacher’s nervous expression didn’t reassure any of them. Coughing, the professor glanced out the nearby window. “The other teachers have expressed slight disapproval at this, I admit, Shimarano-kun,” He confessed, not making eye contact with the room.
Everyone was silent. Why did he have to sound so young here? It was almost as if they could understand him better than they could understand any of the other adults – was it because he was younger than the others?
“But I think you guys can really do it well,” He admitted, crossing his arms as he finally looked over at his class. “Despite it being completely random, you all have the ability to get along with everyone in this class.”
One student interjected, “Do we really…?”
The professor nodded. “I believe in you all. So, getting back on topic…. Does everyone understand how parties work and how they’re organized?”
“Oh, man,” Minoru groaned. “This usually means a quiz, doesn’t it?”
“Perhaps,” The professor smiled weakly. True to Minoru’s forecast, there were sheets of paper now in his hand.
Amidst the moaning and groaning, the teacher handed out the quiz as the students scrambled to find their pens and pencils.
Surprisingly, it didn’t take too long for everyone to finish. As the final sheet was turned in, the bell rang. Everyone scrambled to get out. When only six were left, Ari turned to them with a
grin.
“You know, March is almost over,” She remarked. “But we seem a lot closer than when we met in January, don’t we?”
The others nodded, letting her words sink in.
“Yeah, it does,” Minoru replied, tilting his head to the side. “But I guess it makes sense, since we have to fight and hang out together more often.”
Taking his books, the blond took the lead as they walked out of the classroom. “But you know, something bugs me about this class.”
Shawn turned his attention to Minoru. “Oy, what do you mean by that?”
“I mean,” Minoru began. “That… well, the Professor’s younger than the rest of our teachers, right?”
Everyone nodded, though Ari was starting to look quite nervous about the whole ordeal.
“Well,” Minoru continued. “It’s like we can understand him really well sometimes. It’s almost as if he’s growing up with us… or well, he’s part of our generation. Call me weird, but I think that the Professor knows us.”
“Now that you mention it,” Hikari blurted out. “It does seem weird. Shikari-san, you have anything you want to add?”
Ari shook her head. “It… it’s gotta be coincidence, right? I mean, he’s our teacher. He must just know people well, that’s all.”
“Huh,” Daisuke raised his eyebrows. “I’d say that’s a nice theory and all, Shikari-san, but…”
“But…?”
Daisuke’s face turned grim as he turned to face his new friends. “But unfortunately, I don’t believe in coincidences.”
Title: Chapter Nine: An Alliance and Odd Professor
Fandom: Original [refs to TMM, Beyblade, and Digimon near end, but can be changed around easily]
Claimer: Mine~~ >__>;
Note: Though Francis seems like he's mine, I only own his details. That, and one student in here belongs to
cherryfox. Otherwise, I think that's about it.. She couldn’t sense it, but even the normally oblivious could tell that she truly wasn’t alone. As Angelique sat down under the tree, reading some book for homework, the angel was completely oblivious to the icy blue eyes staring from behind another book.
Kaijou sighed, putting down his own book. For some angel who was so evil, she didn’t seem to be doing anything that was out of the ordinary for her.
When was he going to capture her acting at her worst?
“She’s wearing your nerves down, isn’t she, Kagemori?”
He swerved to meet the eyes of Marche. Studying the blond over carefully, Kaijou let a breath of relief escape. It was true that the two boys, despite being in the same grade, didn’t get along well – Marche was more athletic, bringing his teammates to victory in lacrosse, while Kaijou was more artsy, and tended to play musical instruments with his heart worn on his sleeve.
Yet, something had brought them both together. Here.
“I don’t know what’s up with her, Lennox,” Kaijou countered, crossing his arms. “But it’s nothing good. I can sense that much.”
Marche took a seat on the ledge of a nearby brick wall (it wasn’t very high – it probably reached to just above his knees when he stood), nodding in slight agreement. “Yeah. I hope that she’s not what all military brats are like, with their parents constantly shipping them around the world and all.” He paused, his eyes observing the slowly darkening sky.
“We need to stop her,” Kaijou spoke in the midst of the awkward silence. “I know this sounds a bit crazy, especially seeing as we’re a year younger than she is.”
“But,” Marche interrupted. “It makes sense. People have been commenting on how weird she’s been acting lately – even the angels during the meeting last week.”
Kaijou looked over at him with an amused smile. “But I thought angels couldn’t…?”
Marche laughed. “Oh, they can. It’s just hard to do so in the public eyes,” He explained somewhat amiably. “But that’s another story for a different day.”
“Indeed,” Kaijou replied, bemused. “The point is that we seventh-graders have to make a stand against the unjust eighth-graders, right?”
“Heck yes,” Marche cried, bolting up from his seat. The two were extremely close to each other by this point, with only a few feet separating them from the other. The blond extended his hand, offering a smile with it.
“…..What do you say to an alliance?”
Kaijou shook Marche’s hand. “What if I said yes,” The black-haired boy asked. “Would you work with that person to dethrone her?”
Marche closed his eyes, taking his free hand and squeezing Kaijou’s own. “….Yes,” He replied solemnly. “Anything for the sake of seeing her out of power.”
Out in the distance in the Hoshizen grounds, two blobs could be seen together. Now, if one looked even more closely, the blobs would actually be human beings – one boy and one girl.
The boy, an Englishman by the looks of it, was toying with a staff in his hands, twirling it around freely. And as for the girl?
She glared daggers from behind her flaming red hair. Judging from the looks of it, he had just gravely insulted her (and every bone in the body, too).
“Stop. Twirling. My. Staff.”
The boy grinned amusedly. “Then what’s the magic word, Miss Shikari~?”
“Please,” She grumbled.
He chucked the staff in her direction; she winced, barely catching it in her own hands.
The boy then walked off, tugging on his long sleeves. “It was nice seeing you, miss Shikari.”
“Yeah, right,” She moaned. “Like you’d ever think seeing me is nice, Francsis-san!”
But when she turned to see if he was still there, he was all ready gone.
It seemed that all classes became much shorter when it was Friday. As students mingled with each other, various voices could be picked out from among the crowd. A group of girls sat near the window, glancing over at Professor Takahashi at his desk and giggling every now and then. While the teacher seemed to be trying his best to block out their hearing, the other students in the room appeared to be all ears.
One girl whispered to the others, “Doesn’t he look really cute when studying?”
The others nodded in rapid agreement, giggling as they eyed their teacher again. Ari watched from nearby, shaking her head in utter and complete disgust. (Who the heck would think that their teacher was cute?)
“I hear he’s unmarried,” Another spoke up, smiling. “I wonder how old he is..?”
Ari snorted, turning her attention back to the boys. If all the girls her age were going to ogle the teacher, then she was better off with boys who… while they tended to be intellectually challenged, didn’t say stuff like that in public.
“Shouldn’t Shikari-chan know,” One answered, glancing over in the direction of the redhead. “She seems to know the professor a little too well, anyhow.”
THUD.
Everyone swerved to see that not only Shikari had fallen to the ground, but that the professor’s head had met his desk. Rather hard.
“Huh,” Shawn commented, blinking. “Wonder what’s wrong with them…”
Kyr patted him on the shoulder, shrugging. “The world may never know.”
The bell rang; the students hurriedly plopped themselves into the nearby desks. Professor Takahashi rose from his desk, weaving through the desks through the front of the room.
“For Aoaogenya-chan’s benefit, I’m only… twenty six,” He responded good-naturedly, grinning. The rest of the classroom laughed along, glancing over at the girl, whose face, much to everyone’s surprise, had become a bright shade of crimson.
He then motioned over to the board. “You all know that while this class is an elective, I still expect you to listen, right?” Watching as the entire room eventually nodded or gave some sign that they were listening in to the conversation, he continued with his lesson.
“So, parties…. What can you all tell me about them?”
A hand rose.
“Yes, Takaishi-san?”
Kyr’s face flushed a pale shade of red, but he continued, remarking, “A party is the informal term used to refer to a group of mages that are fighting together in a group.”
“Uh-huh,” The professor nodded. “What else?”
“Um,” Kyr continued. “They’re also your lifeline. If you… like are weak on your own, you can
fight stronger monsters with them.”
“Yeah,” Dai interjected. “But being in a party depends on how strong your bond is with the other people. If you don’t know them well, you can’t fight as well.”
The professor leaned against the board, nodding in agreement. “Definitely. That’s exactly why I’ve divided you all into random groups until mid-May to fight monsters in Double Duty and hang out together at least once a week, even if it’s only in this class. If you’re required to fight with strangers, of course you’re not going to perform as greatly as you would be fighting with your best friends, right?”
“I suppose so,” A white-haired boy responded, looking a little unsure. “You sure this great experiment’s gonna work, though?”
Their teacher’s nervous expression didn’t reassure any of them. Coughing, the professor glanced out the nearby window. “The other teachers have expressed slight disapproval at this, I admit, Shimarano-kun,” He confessed, not making eye contact with the room.
Everyone was silent. Why did he have to sound so young here? It was almost as if they could understand him better than they could understand any of the other adults – was it because he was younger than the others?
“But I think you guys can really do it well,” He admitted, crossing his arms as he finally looked over at his class. “Despite it being completely random, you all have the ability to get along with everyone in this class.”
One student interjected, “Do we really…?”
The professor nodded. “I believe in you all. So, getting back on topic…. Does everyone understand how parties work and how they’re organized?”
“Oh, man,” Minoru groaned. “This usually means a quiz, doesn’t it?”
“Perhaps,” The professor smiled weakly. True to Minoru’s forecast, there were sheets of paper now in his hand.
Amidst the moaning and groaning, the teacher handed out the quiz as the students scrambled to find their pens and pencils.
Surprisingly, it didn’t take too long for everyone to finish. As the final sheet was turned in, the bell rang. Everyone scrambled to get out. When only six were left, Ari turned to them with a
grin.
“You know, March is almost over,” She remarked. “But we seem a lot closer than when we met in January, don’t we?”
The others nodded, letting her words sink in.
“Yeah, it does,” Minoru replied, tilting his head to the side. “But I guess it makes sense, since we have to fight and hang out together more often.”
Taking his books, the blond took the lead as they walked out of the classroom. “But you know, something bugs me about this class.”
Shawn turned his attention to Minoru. “Oy, what do you mean by that?”
“I mean,” Minoru began. “That… well, the Professor’s younger than the rest of our teachers, right?”
Everyone nodded, though Ari was starting to look quite nervous about the whole ordeal.
“Well,” Minoru continued. “It’s like we can understand him really well sometimes. It’s almost as if he’s growing up with us… or well, he’s part of our generation. Call me weird, but I think that the Professor knows us.”
“Now that you mention it,” Hikari blurted out. “It does seem weird. Shikari-san, you have anything you want to add?”
Ari shook her head. “It… it’s gotta be coincidence, right? I mean, he’s our teacher. He must just know people well, that’s all.”
“Huh,” Daisuke raised his eyebrows. “I’d say that’s a nice theory and all, Shikari-san, but…”
“But…?”
Daisuke’s face turned grim as he turned to face his new friends. “But unfortunately, I don’t believe in coincidences.”