And what happens when Shizuma and ZUko, the two angsiest characters ever, meet face to face? Can that much teenage ansgt coexist in the same universe without the very fabric of reality coming UNRAVELED?! How will Shizuma react to the male version of herself?
WHO DOES THIS FANFIC SHIP!? All this and more in, ________! Oh and there will be cliche's, just like in the show, and some scenes will mirror the show, as well as dialogue. Zuko will probably drift a bit OOC, but I am tweaking his character a bit to fit more with the anime personality's that usually exist. :D
Prologue:
Zuko stares unbelievingly at the severe-looking headmistress of the Astrea Hill Joined Academy, (AHJA), that his Uncle Iroh sent him to register with.
She is quite tall for a woman. Zuko is an average 16 year old's height, yet she towers over him. Her hair is pulled into a severe bun. It is an unattractive off-white,
lined with spikes of silver-gray. She wears a variation on Miator's black dress, only hers is much more simple. The shape is less like a lolita's,
and is full black. Everything about her is sharp, aged, and completely dowdy.
"Wait, Astrea Hill is a school for GIRLS?!"
The woman glares down at him with obvious distaste, replying dryly, " Yes, an ALL GIRLS SCHOOL. You will be attending St. Miators."
Then, to herself, she murmurs, " And god help whoever your roommate is...."
He just continues to gape.
"Classes start at nine AM. Don't be late!" She turns huffily and walks away. He watches her retreating figure, and once she is gone, he snaps out of his shock. He groans in anticipation of his coming school year, and curses the whole walk home.
Day One:
Zuko moans at his alarm clock, which, after going off for fifteen minutes, has finally penetrated his drowsy consciousness. He glares at the sun that seeps into his window. The thick, heavy black drapes he put up are slightly askew, allowing the sun to blaze directly in his eyes. He curses at it, holding up a weak hand to block the rays from his sleep-sensitive eyes. He is in his room at Uncle Iroh's house. It is his first day going to the school, and his last morning at his Uncle's house. He is not used to getting up early, and is grumpy, she turns his alarm clock on 'snooze'. Then he turns over, and pulls the covers over his head, plunging his smoky, glass-orb-on-fire eyes back into relieving darkness from the offending light.
Unfortunately, when he pulls his blankets up, he accidentally knocks his alarm clock off the table. When it hit the ground, the batteries bounces right out of the bottom. His 'snooze' went on much longer than three minutes...
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"ZUKO! Why are you still here!?" Iroh's voice booms a Zuko from the other side of the covers, efficiently scaring the shit out of him.
He gasps, breathing in pillow, nearly jumping off the bed. Embarrassed at being exposed in front of his Uncle, he pulls the blankets back up to his neck, groggy
and grumpy, mumbling with a misplaced sense of indignance, " W-what, Uncle? Ughhh, I'm trying to sleeeeeeeeep....."
"Zuko, it's ten o'clock!" You are supposed to be in your second period class right now, and you haven't even begun walking! Get up, get up! Get dressed, you're late!"
Zuko's eyes widen in frustration and he jumps up, struggling to rush and keep himself covered by the blanket simultaneously, all the while crying, " What? But I had the alarm clock, how did I...?"
Uncle Iroh replies grimly, " It's sitting on the floor without any batteries. I think I can guess how that came about..."
Zuko glares at him and replies hotly, " You're no help Uncle! Leave and let me get dressed in peace!"
Iroh shrugs, raising his hands in apparent surrender, and left Zuko to get ready.
Zuko finally let the blanket drop. He rushed around the room, grabbing pants and underwear with one hand, and in another, a shirt and undershirt. He struggled to put on pants and a shirt at the same time. He got tangled in his pants and stuck his head through his arm-hole. He curses in anger.
A voice booms from the other room, " Don't swear in my house!'
" Bite me!" Zuko cries back.
He pulls his head jerkily out of the arm hole, and pulls the shirt over his head hastily, and fixes his pants. Then he realizes he is still holding his underwear. He has yet to put them on. He curses again, quietly this time, and tears off his pants. He pulls his underwear on, and then his pants, and thinks he is ready to go.
"Don't forget to shower!" His Uncle cries. Zuko moans, and then thinks about the fact that he is already late, why not? Then he thinks of the fact that he has to walk for an hour and a half on a dirty road to a school that has showers. He decides against it.
" I already did!" He hollers. He picks up the paper on the ground that had the directions, and is bag, and set off to his new school. It would be his for all his years of high school. He is fifteen, so that is three years, three years before he saw his Uncle again, three years before he could return home. He groans. He couldn't believe he is being sent to a private school - an ALL GIRLS private school. And they had uniforms! What kind of uniform am I going to have to wear? He wonders in horror.
He set off to the ugly dirt road that led to his new school.
By the time he got there, it is 11:30. By the time he got through registration, he estimates, it would be about lunch time. As he approaches the gates, a rip in his pants, smelling of sweat, dirty and exhausted, the head mistress appears from seemingly nowhere. He groans inwardly. He stops and bows, murmuring, " Ohayo Gozaimazu."
He had learned that from his Japanese-Instructor in a Japanese-as-a-second-language class a long time ago. He is still shaky with most Japanese customs, but had pretty much mastered the basics.
The lady looks at him with open disgust. She snaps at him," Just like a boy to be late and come to school like this!"
Zuko felt his anger beginning to rise, and his hand on the strap of his backpack, slung over his shoulder, tightens it's grip.
The lady shook her head and sighs. " Alright, i suppose exceptions must be made. Go to the cafeteria, you will receive your schedule and be assigned a dorm-mate afterward.
Anger gave way to surprise as he cries, " I'm getting a roommate?" he cries.
She glances at him sourly and replies " YES, you ARE. I will send the Student Council President down here to show you to the cafeteria."
She turns and walks away.
He stares at her back, angry at her smugness, and flung his hand after her, only on finger lifts from the knuckles, as he angrily flicks her off, shaking his hand defiantly at the arrogant woman.
After he finally pulls his hand down, he murmurs, " Bitch..." And turns around to find a bathroom, but as soon as he did, he is met with a gently smiling face. The first thing he notices before he cries out in surprise and steppes back, is silver. Bright, shining silver.
Then, of course, he cries out in surprise and took a few hasty steps back.
He saw that flash of silver first, before he took in the rest of this person, once again. It is hair.
Thick, huge amounts of hair. It shone beautifully in the fluorescent lights, flashing a white every time the light hit it right.
Uneven bangs frames a face, which he now looks at. The next thing that pops out is this person's eyes. They were
captivating, intense, and gentle, even inviting, all at once. He didn't think such a combination could exist without each quality
canceling out the others, but he is forced to believe what he saw.
Her eyes were deep shade of a color that Zuko could only describe as tree-sap; a deep brown, but in it's depths, a dully shining gold is veiled. It seems here eye's never end, and her pupils were so dark that they didn't even seem to reflect light. They shimmers with her body - she is about the same height as him, but of course, they were shapes totally different. She had the voluptuous curves of a goddess. Her breasts were full and shapes, almost beyond looking real. Her waist is almost absurdly skinny, and her hips had a pleasant, soft fullness. Everything about her is soft, elegant, and basically beautiful. She is absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.
He realizes she hadn't spoken yet, and that he had not either. He had been lost in her beauty, literally rendered speechless. And she had actually given time for him to do so. It embarrasses the crap out of him, and kind of pisses him off that she could be so assuming. Sure, she is beautiful, but she didn't have to assume that she is beautiful
Her smile deepens warmly, and she said in a voice that is surprisingly womanly, deep, rich, yet soft, " You shouldn't say words like that about the headmistress."
Then she leans conspiratorially in his ear, and whispers, "At least no when she's around...."
His face of total shock and wonder turns into annoyance and embarrassment, and he bows unwillingly, mumbling, " Ohayo, I'm Zuko Basco, pleased to meet you..."
She murmurs in reply, sounding a bit bored, " Pleased to meet you, Basco-Chan, I'm the honorable head of the three schools of Astrea Hill, Etoile-Sama."
He looks up in shock and, forgetting himself, he cries, " You're the head of the schools? What about the headmistress?"
She looks at him, faintly amused, and asked, " Eh? You do not know of the Etoile?"
He just looks confused.
She sighs goodnaturedly, and said," Then I suppose I will have to tell you. The Etoile is the head of the schools. She is responsible for dealing with the students and their well-being. In all senses, I am head of not only the student council, but the schools as well. The headmistress is responsible for all financial aspects of the school, but the Etoile covers everything else. Plus she must mediate between schools and students, and between the schools themselves. The president of the student council answers to me, and assists me." Then she smiles again. " It is my pleasure to meet the first boy to ever attend St. Miator, Basco-Chan."
" It is my honor to meet you, Etoile-Sama!" He cries, bowing again. Then he looks up sheepishly. " And it's Zuko. Er, Zuko-Chan or whatever. I'm not native to Japan, so I'm not really..."
" That's alright." She murmurs, chuckling, and once again leans right into his ear, sending waves of heat through him, " I do hope we will get to know each other much... much better, don't you agree, Zuko-Chan?"
Zuko looks up at her, and swallows hard. For once, it seems he had met his match - he didn't know if he could handle this much woman.
They get to the lunchroom, and Shizuma, as she has now told him her actual name is, " Hanazono Shizuma. But please, it's just Shizuma.", opens the door for him. He nods politely, and looks in. The loud clamoring of a usual day in the cafeteria suddenly dies down, little by little, until it is absolutely silent.
Zuko winces, and turns to see- nobody. Shizuma has run off again. He swallows nervously and turns back to the crowd of girls staring boldly at him. He begins to make his way in, not looking at anybody.
Slowly, whispering starts.
" Is that a boy?!"
" A boy in Miator?"
"What is she wearing, is that even a girl?"
"No, I heard...'
"I heard it is a girl, but she was deformed at birth, and has guy parts!"
" I heard his dad bought off the headmistress to let him stay here so he could indulge in his perverted fantasies!"
"Eww, gross!"
" Do you think that... thing on his face is real?"
"Eww, what's wrong with his face?"
A red tint, a mixture of anger and embarrassment sweeps over his face. He clears his throat loudly, and looks directly at a group of nearby gossipers hard. They go silent instantly, and stare down at their plates.
He rolls his eyes in dismay. He doesn't want to have to get along with other students by threatening them.
A girl with blue hair, cut asymmetrically, walks over to him in a black lolita dress, identical to the Etoile's.
She commands instant attention and respect, much like Etoile, but for different reasons. Etoile makes you feel like she could just turn you into
her plaything at a moments notice. Miyuki, on the other hand, has the air of a police officer. She makes you stand up straight without asking,
and she makes you want to be a better person so that if she judges you, she judges you well.
Zuko pust his chopsticks down and bows his head uncertainly. " Ohayo, um..."
She stares at him hard for a moment, and Zuko begins to sweat, fearing that he had done something wrong.
He does not want to be on bad terms with this girl. She stares for a moment longer, and then her face softens, and she smiles.
"Welcome to St. Miator's school for girls, ahh." She waits expectantly for Zuko to introduce himself.
He stares uncomprehendingly for a moment, then hastily bows, mumbling, " O-oh, uhh, Zuko, um, Zuko Basco, ma'am." He mumbled, uncertainly.
" Zuko-chan, then. I am Miyuki Rokujou, Miyuki-san. Please greet the Etoile before you resume eating."
Zuko looks up and nods. Then, hesitantly, " I met her this morning. She's..." He looks up and ponders how to describe the girl.
Miyuki can't help but chuckle at the look of wonder that crosses the young man's face when he thinks of her. Ahh, Shizuma.
So you've recognized a challenge already, eh?
" Yes, Shizuma-Sama is very beautiful. She is the most loved of the schools. Or maybe that's just it. As far as I know,
she's simply the most loved. Certainly the most talked about!" Miyuki now looks at Zuko, almost apologetically. " But perhaps with Zuko-chan,
that will change. A boy has never even been permitted to enter the campus before, not even student's fathers. I hope you will accept the popularity
you gain without abusing it. And as for Shiz- er, Etoile-Sama, you will be getting to know her better, I suppose. You have been assigned as her dorm-mate."
Zuko is taken aback. " W-we'll be sharing a room?"
"Why yes, didn't she tell you?"
Zuko wordlessly shakes his head.
Tsk, tsk, Shizuma, you have definately marked him. I suppose he's your plaything now. *Sigh*
"Well, although Zuko-chan has met her, formalities are formalities, so Zuko-chan must greet her. Regulation, after all.
After lunch, your dorm-mate will take you to get fitted for your uniform, and show you to your room."
Zuko groans. " Please tell me I don't have to wear a dress! I mean, sure, they're cute and everything, especially on girls," Here he paused to look around the room, appreciating the 'view'," But they aren't exactly guy-friendly."
Miyuki laughs. " Zuko-chan, if I were a crueler person, I would tell you that regulations are regulations, but I'm going to tell you the truth, simply because the look on your face was already priceless! no, we will custom order you a uniform. I've seen a draft, and it looks a bit like the uniform from my favorite manga, Vampire Knight. For boys, of course. But about Zuko-Chan meeting Etoile-Sama, I think I see her now, so we need to get going before she runs off again!"
Zuko stands up hastily from the table, wondering what 'manga' meant, and what a 'Vampire Knight' was. He rushes after Miyuki, looking
around to see Etoile, straining for a glimpse of the flash of white hair. He is slightly surprised that he didn't immediately spot her - she is rather tall,
and even though all the girls had odd haircolors, Shizuma's is such a striking color, where could she...?
" We meet again...." A deep, gentle voice murmurs directly in his ear, from right next to his head. Zuko jumps, nearly tripping over himself.
Shizuma is standing directly behind him, that innocent, subtly smug expression on her face again.
" M-miss, er, I mean, Etoile-Sama, um congratulations, I mean, I mean welcome, no, ah-"
"Pleased to make your aquaintance, Zuko-chan."
" I-I.... PleasedToMakeYourAquaintance, Shiz- er, Etoile-Sama, PleaseTakeCareOfMe!!!" He cries, bowing absurdly low.
She smiled again, flirty but not in bad taste, and walked right up to him. Intimidating, but not threateningly. She put her hands on his shoulder's, and leaned into his face. The smell and heat of her breath alone was too much for Zuko, but with the addition of her intense eyes so close, and her sumptuous body right up on him, he could barely breathe. Shizuma kissed one cheek, then the other, and pulled back to look into his furiously blushing face, eyes glazed, and winked.
Then she said with a playful smile, " That's how we greet here in Japan!" She then murmured, " Now, we have to go get you fitted for your uniform..."
She let him go and turned to leave, and Zuko's legs nearly gave out. How could that girl have such an effect on me!? He wondered in amazement. She's only, like, seventeen! He walked on shaky legs after her.
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