Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ School Days ❯ It starts... ( Chapter 1 )

School Days

By: Pokiehl

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the lint in my pockets… *sigh*

(I know things are different and mixed around... everyone saw things happen differently... think of it as children lying ^^)

Happy Little Warning: This story will contain YAOI. YAOI is a very wonderful thing… you see, with YAOI, BOYS KISS BOYS, and BOYS TOUCH BOYS, and so on. Don't like that? Don't read. Plus lots of cursing… I think.

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Ah, ok. Here's where it began. You really have to know this to make a little sense of the plot. You are all familiar with Taketori, ne? Y'know, the man who employs Schwarz, and despises Weiss. Why? I don't know... I never found that out yet. Give me time. Well, anyways, I'm getting off track. Taketori sent Schwarz off to do something to Weiss, what it was, I don't know; I wasn't there. But, unfortunately, that bitch group Schreint, or whatever it is, did a bad thing and Schwarz were fired from their wonderful jobs as assassins. What was that bad thing? Pfft, like I know.

Come to find out, Schreint gave Weiss a hard time as well. I don't know what they did, where they did it, or which member they did it to, but the entire group suffered. They were fired, too. But both groups wouldn't leave their employers alone about what had happened. So they had to be brainwashed.

Bum, bum, buuuum. Since then, they've led normal lives. No really they have. Honestly. Believe it or not, they actually never got too far from one another... sure they have no idea who the hell each other are, but still, they never got far. They even forgot their abilities! Oh the shame!!! Nagi can't lift cars and Schu-honey can't read minds... oh the horror. Well, ANYWAYS, oddly, they all went to the same school, Pike Central, which was a cheap school that everyone with hardly any money goes to. Education was fast, affordable, and easy to obtain.

Ken became a sophomore, and was quickly failing due to his klutz-like... well self. He was absolutely head over heels for a certain redheaded, silent bishonen, but due to his sweet and utterly adorable naïve-ness and stupidity he knew it would never ever ever happen.

Yohji became a senior, as well as an all around slut. Anyone looking for a quick lay found Yohji, and while the ENTIRE student body secretly admired him and wanted him for their own selves, everyone believed that everybody else thought he was a STD sack, and that it was sick to date him. Ironic, ne?

Omi became a freshman even though he was 17 and a genius, everyone seemed to THINK he's only 14. Of course he complained, but everybody just thought he was going through puberty and was cranky. There was only one good thing to come out of this whole scenario, he was in the same grade as Nagi, his cute little crush ^^. And that meant they'd have classes together.

Nagi got stuck in the 9th grade, too; he's lucky he's a freshman... the teachers wanted to put him in 7th because of the way he looked. Nagi said nothing, however, and just let it slide because he had such a huge crush on Omi. He was in the same grade after all, Nagi thought, who knew? He just may talk to him some time before they graduated.

Ran was a junior. He was obsessed with Ken. He ate, slept, and breathed Ken Hidaka. But, somewhere along the beginning of the year, the juniors had some type of fight with the sophomores, and now they were forbidden to even speak with the younger generation. Some kind of pecking order, Ran guessed, or something to the effect. He had to wear a mask of silence and hate to hide his feelings for the klutzy bishonen, and it just tormented him.

Farfarello went back to Ireland, and since he'd been brainwashed, he forgot that he had no family of home to go back to. So he came back to Tokyo and went to the nearest, cheapest school. Yup. Pike Central. Anyways, Farfie was the new kid in school. Everybody was terrified of the one-eyed boy, and refused to sit anywhere near him. Farfie didn't care, though; he had feelings for a certain honey-haired slut.

Good old Bradley. He'd been devastated when he lost his old job. He didn't know what it was. He just remembered he had an old job and that he liked it. But, such is life. He had to take the quickest job he could find because the bills weren't paying themselves. He was a principal. Pike Central's principal, thank you very much. The pay would keep food on the table and bills paid, even if the job sucked. Bradley could wear a suit, which he always enjoyed doing, so he was happy. Also, the new lunchroom 'lady' was a good friend of his... at least he hoped so. Bradley would just love to be close with the new cook.

Schuldig somehow found the ability to cook somewhere in the deep corners of his mind, and became a master chef. But he also cross-dressed... in Dominator leather. Along with whip and handcuff accessories. Since no other restaurant would have such obscene people working behind their counters, he took the next best job. He was a lunchroom 'lady' aka cook. So everyday he'd stand behind the lunchroom line's counter, and give food to wide-eyed children that stared at his slim hips in the tight leather.

And this is where our story begins.

~Schuldig's POV~

~*It's Friday, November 30, 8:30am.*~

Schuldig stood behind the lunchroom counter, and ever so impatiently waited for the wide-eyed children to stop staring at his leather-clad hips. The handcuffs dangled off of a single belt loop, and some of the kids seemed to have stars in their eyes as the watched their new love angrily give out the breakfast for the day.

He cracked the black whip that was often found circled around his waist.

"Look, kiddies, this food's not going to eat itself," Schuldig bit out.

After receiving an angry scowl from the new cook, the children quietly got their breakfast and moved forward, casually tossing a few glances back over their shoulders. Sure, they knew they'd be getting a new cook, but they never expected to get to see him.

Once the staring children had left the line, Schuldig removed his Cover Girl pocket mirror from his pocket and began reapplying his dark eye shadow. He had to look good. The principal would be coming through the line any time now.

Sure enough, once Schuldig had finished reliving his favorite office fantasy, Mr. Bradley Crawford walked into the lunchroom, ready to get himself some good breakfast.

Bradley, or Cradley-chan as Schuldig often referred to him in his dreams, looked as smug as usual. He didn't smile, as Schuldig did when he picked up a tray.

"Hello, Mr. Crawford... My! That IS a lovely suit! So suave..." Schuldig said gingerly as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Good morning, Schuldig. And thank you." Bradley replied as he quickly made his way through the line. Once finished, he quickly paid for what he had, then left.

"Bastard..." Schu spat out. He liked this principal. He was cute. And he was very smart, meaning if Schuldig could just get with him, he'd never have to work ever again. Schuldig smiled at the thought and bit his thumb.

~*Still Friday, but it's now 12:00pm*~

Schuldig had to cook all day, after breakfast he immediately began preparing food for lunch. He refused to wear a hair net; he complained that it hurt his beautiful, flaming orange hair. He cooked all he could (or would for that matter), and then took a break.

He busily used his break to stare down Cradley-chan, who walked around and beat students with a classy looking cane.

Schuldig saw all kinds of students get caned by his beloved Cradley-chan. A young boy with chocolate colored hair was hit repeatedly because he dropped his books in the hallway and caused another young man to fall.

Another student, a young looking boy that had big, sad brown eyes and fluffy brown hair, got hit over the head twice. He wasn't doing much of anything, so Schuldig just couldn't figure out why he got hit in the first place.

Another young lad, well he was a senior, was beaten severely. But he had a good reason; both boys and girls were hanging all over him, doing unspeakable things! Schuldig could tell, he liked this student.

As much as Schuldig wanted to follow Cradley-chan around all day long, duty called. He was found by other lunchroom cooks, then hauled back into the cafeteria, where he spent the rest of the day cooking delicious meals for the gawking students.

~Bradley's POV~

~*Friday, November 30, 8:30am*~

Bradley loved himself. He was just so classy and elegant! The beautiful lunchroom cook was sure to fall for him! But he had to play it smoooooth... act completely uninterested.

Bradley briskly walked down the hallway to the lunchroom, his shiny dress shoes clicking quietly on the hard floors. Once he entered the lunchroom, he quickly made his way to the teacher's table so he could act as if he was greeting his fellow co-workers, but in reality he was watching for Schuldig. He'd caught a glimpse of him in the hallway, and fell for him right then.

Then, he saw him! Bradley hid his happiness as he saw the flame-haired bishonen snap at children. Oh, Bradley thought, he's keeping the line moving! So perfect for him...

He was enjoying watching the students react to such a wonderfully dressed cook. He'd heard somewhere that this Schuldig was quite the expert at such things. Bradley secretly wondered what else he was good at.

After Schuldig sent the students on their way with a crack of his whip, Bradley stood and announced loudly that he was going to get something to eat, so Schuldig may hear him and be ready to hold himself steady when Brad's sexiness knocks him backwards.

Bradley made it to the line, and grabbed a tray. He made himself remember to act completely uninterested; his mother said that was how she got men, so she guessed it would work for Bradley.

"Hello, Mr. Crawford... My! That IS a lovely suit! So suave..." Schuldig said as his eyebrow twitched. Augh, not a good sign! 'He hates me already!' he thought.

"Good morning, Schuldig. And thank you." Bradley replied as he quickly made his way through the line. Once finished, he quickly paid for what he had, then left.

Bradley rubbed his temples after he had set his tray down at the teacher's table. It didn't work! DAMN HIS MOTHER!

Well, there was always tomorrow, ne?

~*Friday, November 30, 12:00pm*~

Bradley walked the hallways, beating children with his new cane. He was so high class ^^. The students ran from him, of course that was after he hit them, but still, they ran.

He also noted the way Schudulig followed him around the halls. 'Oh yeah, he wants me...' Brad thought. 'I bet he likes my name to. Brad. Ah that's a strong name... a sexy name... Grr baby!'

Bradley smirked to himself as he continued whacking the students with his nice cane. One young gentleman threw all of his books onto the floor and tripped another young man.

Another young boy was doing NOTHING! So of course, Bradley sent him on his merry way after teaching him to not do anything...

And another student had both boys and girls making out with him in the hallways!!! Bradley took the cane to him all right...

Schuldig turned and left after the last student had received his punishment, and Bradley inwardly screamed when he saw the redheaded bishonen leave.

Bradley couldn't see why he'd left! 'I did the sexy walk! I used my sexy cane! I WAS SEX ITSELF!!!'

Bradley chucked the cane through a classroom window and yelled as he ran back to his office to cry. Being a principal sucked!

~*Nagi's POV*~

~*Friday, November 30, 8:30am*~

Nagi stood in the lunch line to get his breakfast, but instead of grabbing his food and leaving, he stood in awe at the new cook.

Here was the new cook... THE new cook! The children never saw the lunchroom cook! The Board of Education forbade it! If the children saw who cooked their food, God knows they wouldn't eat!!!

But here... HERE. There was this beautiful. Wait. DELICIOUS looking male cook, all dressed in leather. Well, he might as well have been naked because the leather hardly covered a thing. The lunchroom cook cracked his whip.

"Look, kiddies, the food's not going to eat itself," the cook bit out.

The children choked on the drool that had yet to be swallowed and quickly got their meals and left. Nagi was at the back of the line... He held his tray in white hands and shivered as he watched the angry cook scowl at the students.

Nagi gulped and got his breakfast, then paid for his food and left the line. He almost dropped his tray when he nearly ran into the object of his desire. Omi.

Nagi's tray collided with Omi's stomach, and he gave a startled cry. The contents of the tray nearly toppled to the floor, but the boys quickly managed to prevent the disaster. Omi stood staring at Nagi, the sad-looking extra chibified bishie appeared to be at a loss for words.

'OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod....' Nagi thought.

Omi quirked an eyebrow in disproval, but never said anything. Nagi turned on his heel so fast that he almost sent his entire tray flying onto a nearby table, and left Omi standing. He walked to set down at a table by himself and hid his face over his tray. Never in his life had he come so close to death itself!

He was so embarrassed he could die!

~*Friday, November 30, 12:00pm*~

Nagi stood in the hallways, waiting for Omi-chan. He would apologize for leaving so abruptly, and who knows, he might even start a conversation!

He had plenty of time before class started, and he knew Omi-chan walked this way to go to Algebra1 everyday. He'd apologize, smile sweetly, then drag him into a closet and molest him. Yes... a plan. It's good to have a plan.

Then, by an act of Fate, the principal came walking by, beating students with a stick. Nagi didn't want to get hit by a stick. It damned well hurt!!!!

While Nagi tried to be unnoticeable, he saw another student get pummeled by the principal. Ken (the ditzy Sophomore) dropped his books and tripped another student. He got whacked a few times, then was sent on his way.

The Senior slut, Yohji, was having sex with both boys and girls in the hallway. Nagi valued his innocence and turned away, but he couldn't block out the sounds of Yohji yelling as Mr. Crawford's stick made contact with his head.

So, he done his best to act casual; so he stood with his back to the wall and looked around the hall as if this was an everyday thing. But, no such luck. Mr. Crawford walked up to Nagi and gave him one look, the proceeded to beat the crap out of the small boy with his stick. Nagi received two blows to the head, and then ran like hell.

"Screw this!" Nagi shouted as he ran into his next classroom. He could always apologize to Omi-chan tomorrow.

~*Ken's POV*~

~*Friday, November 30, 8:30am*~

Ken the ditzy Sophomore was happy. It was breakfast time, so he was happy. He'd heard there was a new lunchroom cook as well, and that the food was delicious. Of course, he never expected to get to see this cook. And boy, was this cook a DISH.

He had this REEEEEALLY big whip and wore ALLLLL this leather. Ken would've been aroused if he wasn't so set on food at the time. He would've went on and everything, but these other students were just standing around doing nothing.

This made Ken mad, but he didn't do anything because it was rude. So he just held his tongue.

"Look, kiddies, this food's not going to eat itself," the cook bit out.

What a rude cook!

The students quietly got their food and marched on, then left the lunch line.

Ken found a seat with the soccer team. He ate breakfast. He was happy. After all, food made him very happy. He had both food AND soccer at the moment, since that's what the current topic for conversation was. Ken-Ken was very happy indeed.

~*Still Friday, but its 12:00pm*~

Ken was very happy, having at breakfast and all. He went on his happy way, humming tunes and holding his books as he thought happily of his one true love, Ran. Ran wasn't here today... and that was odd because Ran NEVER missed a day of school.

Ken thought about this for a few seconds, then tripped because he can't seem to think and walk at the same time. He managed to catch his footing, and saved himself from major embarrassment, but in his grappling attempt to gain back his balance he dropped his books, and caused another young man to fall.

Ken-Ken was very sorry, and apologized again and again to the student, who brushed it off as it was nothing. But suddenly, the principal appeared and began hitting Ken with his cane. It hurt. Why did Mr. Crawford have a cane? Is he crippled?

So many questions.

After the beating subsided, Ken watched as Mr. Crawford walked over to a young 9th grader, Nagi, and hit him over the head two times. Ken then saw Yohji, the very nice Senior, walking through the hallway huggling with all kinds of people. Aww, so kind...

Ken smiled as he wished Ran was here, then he'd do his best to talk with him and ask him out. But, Ran wasn't here... ... ... where could he be?

~*Omi's POV*~

~*Friday, November 30, 8:30am*~

Omi was sitting in the lunchroom at one of the many gray circular tables. He heaved a heavy sigh and watched intently as the cute Nagi got his breakfast. Oh how he'd LOVE to get his hands on that ass. Omi giggled at the thought. Of course, he doubted Nagi was interested, since his eyes were boring holes into the new lunchroom cook's face.

Don't get him wrong, Omi thought the cook was a very pretty site indeed, he just liked Nagi more. Omi watched as the angry looking cook cracked his whip then yell something like "Get out or I'll eat you."

Omi never ate breakfast; he wanted to keep slim for Nagi. Some said he was anorexic, but he knew he didn't have a problem; he could eat any time he felt like it.

Omi's stomach burbled and spoke to him in the ancient language of hunger. Omi smiled and stood. He'd buy a bottle of water and a cracker, that'd hold him off for a day or two.

He hastily made his way to the lunch line to buy his drink and cracker, and since he wasn't watching where he was going, he ran into Nagi-kuns. The younger boy made a noise of disgust and pushes Omi away with his tray, nearly spilling its contents onto the floor.

Omi done his best to waggle his eyebrows and look sexy, but Nagi turned quickly and left, then sat down at his own table.

Omi's heart sank, and he slowly changed his mind about eating and retraced his steps back to his table and sat down.

~*Friday, November 30, 12:00pm*~

Omi walked briskly down the halls and done his best to evade the principal and his big cane. He managed to do so, but this meant he couldn't talk to Nagi. He wanted to see why Nagi didn't like him, and who knows? Maybe he could even start a conversation!

Mr. Crawford hit Ken, the clumsy Sophomore, after he dropped his books and tripped another guy. Omi saw how Mr. Crawford hit his beloved Nagi-kuns two times over the head because he was just standing around in the halls. And Omi noticed that Yohji, the slut of all sluts (aka he's a Senior), got a good beating; he was dragging members of both sexes down the hallways and was doing his best to rape them.

Omi sighed and watch Nagi make his was into his next class and disappear from his view. He scowled and watched Mr. Crawford scream with an unseen emotion and throw his cane into a classroom, then run down the hallway and into his own office while sobbing.

This pissed Omi off, and he felt like he had to do something about it. But he's only in the 9th grade so what could he possibly do? Nothing. So he went to class, which was Algebra1 and learned how to subtract integers.

~*Ran's POV*~

~*Friday, November 30, 8:30am*~

Ran was late for school. He lived very close, but today he wanted to drive his new sports car to school. Ran knew Ken loved sports cars, and he especially loved the Firebirds (which, might I add, is what Ran bought specifically).

Ran couldn't wait to see Ken's reaction when he pulled into the school's parking lot driving this puppy, and he slightly chuckled as he thought of how Ken would run up to him and announce his love for him. Then they'd hop into Ran's car and rive off into the sunset.

Of course, thanks to that stupid Sophomore/Junior war they had a while back, the students have made it ILLEGAL to have any type of relationship with any member of the opposite grade. Call it a pecking order if you will...

Ran didn't want to cause trouble between the two groups, and so hid his feelings under a mask of blank emotions. But, Ran always thought it'd be like Romeo and Juliet. Hehe, Ran would sneak into ken's room, they'd make love, then he'd dash off into the night. Oh, how poetic Ran was at times such as these.

But, Ran's visions were shattered when a big black dog ran out into the road, right in front of Ran's new car.

He slammed on the brakes, and the most horrid screeching noise filled the air. He done his best to not hit the dog, but he just couldn't stop fast enough... Ran cursed loudly as his car mowed down the burly animal.

The dog yelped and made the awfulest thumping noises ever as the car came to a complete stop. Once the car had stopped moving, and was now motionless in the middle of the road, the dog continued to whine and thump.

Worrying for his new car's safety, Ran quickly jumped out of car and ran to the front of the automobile to check the damage. Ran sighed with relief when the front of the car was fine, and there was only a tiny dint that you couldn't even notice unless you were looking for it.

After seeing that the damage was minimal, Ran gulped as he noticed the dog was no longer making any noise. He prepared himself and slowly looked under the car... only to find the damn dog was gone! Ran stood up straight and hurriedly searched the road, and found that it was walking in the opposite direction as if nothing had happened.

Ran fumed as he watched the stupid animal walk away. He felt like throwing the car in reverse and running it down a second time. But he checked his watch to see if he had time to do that, and no such luck. He already wasted about 15 minutes. If he was going to get a bit of breakfast, he'd better hurry.

~*Friday, November 30, 12:00pm*~

Come to find out, Ran's little encounter with the dog wasn't just a little run down accident. The dog had hit the underside of the car so hard that the muffler fell off. Next came the break cable. And lastly, the gas tank.

Boy. Was he pissed off when this happened! Ran had to get out of his car and push it to the nearest mechanic station. And after being billed a very LARGE sum of money, he walked home.

It wasn't worth going to school today. He'd already missed all of the classes he had with Ken, after all. What's the point???

~*Yohji's POV*~

~*Friday, November 30, 8:30am*~

Yohji sat in the lunchroom, with Ken by his side. Of course he had no care whatsoever for soccer, but he was working on Ken. Sure he was ditzy but he had money. And lots of it. Heck, if Yohji got with Ken, he'd never have to find a job!

Yohji also shrugged off the fact that Seniors and Juniors weren't allowed to associate with the Sophomores, but he was a whore, and so no one thought anything of it.

Yohji done his best to gather Ken's attention, but his thoughts lingered elsewhere for he paid no heed to Yohji and his dirty talk of Saturday nights.

After about five more minutes of being ignored, Yohji finally grew tired of this game and dug into his pocket for his most prized material possession: his green, lime-scented marker.

Yohji never thought much, but when he did, he was very philosophical. He couldn't understand why people got angry when you sniffed markers, but here they go out and make scented ones. Yohji popped off the marker's cap and inhaled the lime scent deeply. He sighed. Then the bell rang. Time for class.

~*Friday, November 30, 12:00pm*~

Yohji walked through the hallways, one girl on his left hip and one guy on his right. Oh, he was smooth. He was still a whore, but he was so smooth.

Yohji giggled as a group of interested students followed him around the halls and corners, in hopes that they'll get a chance with the master of all naughty things.

Yohji, on the other hand, saw the principal coming. Mr. Crawford leaded a redheaded bishonen around by the hand, and whopped young students with a funky looking pole.

Yohji smirked at this. Old people were so stupid. Of course Mr. Crawford was only 27, but he still was a few years older than Yohji, making him classify as OLD.

The group around Yohji awed and oohed as Mr. Crawford thumped Ken, the sophomore he was hitting on earlier, across the head after he'd accidentally dropped his books in the hall, causing another boy to trip.

Then, Mr. Crawford hit Nagi, the lonely looking Freshman, for standing in the hallways. Ack, Crawford spotted him.

Mr. Crawford walked up to Yohji and pulled the boys and girls away of him, then began pummeling him roughly. After many curses were exchanged and poor Yohji had managed to escape Mr. Crawford's beating, Yohji saw Mr. Crawford scream, sling his pole into a classroom and take out two teachers, then run away crying.

Yohji shook his head, then walked into his classroom. Bah, stupid teachers. They all needed to get laid.

~*Farfie's POV*~

~*Friday, November 30, 8:30am*~

Farfarello sat at a table, all alone. He'd noticed the new cook, and felt an odd urge to kill something. It was scary; because someone told him he'd kill things for fun in his past. It was weird, in a way. Because he liked little bunnies and candy. But, he was told he hated candy, and that he liked to watch little bunnies BLEED instead of hop happily.

It was oddly satisfying...

Farfie smirked wickedly as he picked up his fork (the plastic kind, thank you...) and slowly began poking his arm. It didn't hurt. Neat!!!

Farfie stuck the fork into his arm and watched it bleed. Ooooh, pretty, ne?

Farfarello giggled like a maniac. Thus, he was entertained for the rest of the morning.

~*Friday, November 30, 12:00pm*~

Farfie liked someone. Not as a friend, but as someone you could spend 'quality' time with. He liked Yohji. He had hair like honey, had skin like cream. He couldn't figure out why no one liked Yohji except him. He also couldn't figure out why he had such a high threshold for pain.

Farfs sighed and walked down the hallway, his eye patch drawing interested looks from a few passer-byers. Then, he saw his love! Ah! Farfie's eyes turned into hearts as he saw the golden haired bishonen walk down to hallway, kindly escorting females and males to their classes. Then, out of nowhere, Mr. Crawford attacked the students with a staff!!!

First, he beat a spunky looking Sophomore into the ground for tossing his books to his friend, whom tripped stupidly over them. Next, he beat a small child, who was waiting for someone in the halls. But... it really made Farfie mad when Mr. Crawford turned on Yohji.

Oh! The poor boy! Mr. Crawford beat poor Yohji to the floor and left his body to be eaten by the rats. Farfie almost cried. Then he was enraged. He would kill Mr. Crawford!!!

But, Mr. Crawford went insane at the moment, threw his staff into a classroom, then ran screaming down the hallway.

Farfie blinked. Had Mr. Crawford heard his thoughts??? What if everyone could hear his thoughts? This could be extremely embarrassing...

Farfie shuddered then sprinted to his next class. He had Biology next, which meant he'd sit behind Yohji. ^^;;;

C'mon u guys, tell me it wasn't as bad as I thought it was... should I continue? Next time will be the 1st day of December lol... or somewhere around there