First of all, let´s start with the DISCLAIMER:
Yes, as u might know (or not), I do not own Pokemon or anything related to those little monsters.
Characters, their personality, flaws, clothes, relationships and so on belongs to me, as well as all mistakes ;)
In case u got here by accident, I got a warning for ya:
Ur about to stumble into a girls love story, so don´t like, don´t read fellas ;)
Have fun with that one!
Above heaven, beyond hell
Sam growled while she walked down the corridor, her black sleeveless coat flapping behind her, the only sounds she heard were the echo from her enraged steps and the throbbing of blood in her ears. She opened the heavy wooden doors with her hands, causing the chains on her clothes to clatter and stepped outside. The air was still pleasently warm, although it was late september. Fortunetly summer didn´ t let go this year.
A moderate breeze ruffled her short black hair, which had crimson tips, calming her down a little. She paused a moment to look up at the few clouds that tried to cover the sky, shielding her dark red eyes from the sun with the help of her hand, before she continued stumping over the grassy hills of the campus. The ground was dry, but thankfully not dusty - she didn´t want to clean her black combat boots again - mumbling something about the task she´d been given and that damn headmaster.
That stupid old geezer, sitting in his comfortable leather chair, looking down on everybody, giving her annoying tasks, bullying her around all day long with his snotty smile that always forced her to suppress the urge to throw up. Anger started building in her stomach once again as their previous conversation replayed in her mind.
"I want you to accompany the new student."
His appearance was impressive. He was a huge man with broad shoulders, long brown hair, that stuck out on top of his head where the color passed over from his natural tone into a shade of gold. It gave him a somewhat wild, but at the same time authoritarian look. Despite his age it was easy to notice his muscular body under his suit, especially, when he sat in his gigantic leather chair behind that massive oak desk, resting his elbows on the desks surface. The long grey mustache ends fell upon his interlaced fingers, which he used to support his chin, while he watched the black haired student through rectangular glasses, which had a red frame.
Sam crossed her arms, frowning at the same time.
"Okay...? I don´t quite understand why anyone wouldn´t be able to find the way to an academy that´s located on a hill."
She couldn´t hide that little drop of sarcasm. Who wouldn´t notice a building like that. Seriously.
The headmaster was dangerously calm, but his eyes flashed red for an instant. No one dared to talk to him like that, Sam was the only exception. He usually tolerated that, but this time it was to important. The arriving student wasn´t ordinary and he wouldn´t trust anybody else to take care of that matter. Convincing Saam to follow orders on the other hand was a completely other matter.
He could understand her, she was used to mind her own business, avoiding other people and keeping up her 'mysterious loner' image.
"Samantha", the headmaster took a breath, "let me explain."
He rose from his chair, walked to the huge window on the right, crossing his fingers behind his back.
"The new student is a descendant of the umbreon clan. She is chosen to be the next 'Head Guardian', the..."
"Yeah, the keeper of the sanctum that protects us and once gave us the ability to be shape shifters. Praise their strength and glory .Blah, I know the story", interrupted the black haired girl, rolling her eyes, tired of hearing it over and over again.
"Don´t be disrespectful Samantha, it´s still part of our history and life."
He turned around to face her, his eyes sparkling with half hidden fire, that caused Sam to shift uncomfortable. He raised his voice again, his tone allowing no protest.
"You will escort the girl, you will protect her from any harm while she attends the academy, you won´t give away your task to anyone, not even the person involved and she will stay at your den."
"WHAT?", exclaimed Sam, blinking in shock for a moment, but as soon as she fully realized what he had said, her feelings switched to anger.
She gritted her teeth and almost growled at the brown haired man.
"She will stay at my apartment? Excuse me, but you can´t just invade my HOME and privacy as you like! Just because she´s an umbreon and descendant of some kind of fuckin´ guardian thing she gets special treatment? I refuse to let her stay at MY home, only because everybody -including her- thinks she is way better than anyone else, for the simple reason, that everybody told her that since she was an egg. You can force me to escort her, you can make me her 'guardian', I´ll watch over her- that´s all fine with me. BUT YOU WON´T-"
"THAT´S ENOUGH!"
He slammed his fists into the desk, causing scales of wood to fly through the air. Sam stared at him in shock, completely caught of guard. He had never yelled at her like that.
"You will do as I order you, Samantha! She will be staying at your den, because this is the only way you can make sure that she won´t be harmed. Believe me, I don´t want to invade your privacy, but this is the only way and you know that. I hope you can understand the importance of this task. No one knows the academy and the campus better than you, you know every secret the facility tries to hide. If you can´t protect her without bringing up attention, nobody can. And since you seem to be unpleasantly hard to convince,I have no other choice than to force you."
Sam held his piercing glance, not ready to step back and give up her small realm, but a bad feeling was stirring inside her.
"If you still insist of 'defending' your little gaming hole, I could set you up for months of voluntary night shift."
Sams´ heart raced. She knew he could and he WOULD do it. In her mind she saw the umbreon rearranging the appartment, piles of the 'princess' clothes all over HER apartment and - worst thought ever- TOUCHING her gaming collection, roaming her stuff. No that was to much. She bit back a growl by gritting her teeth, starring the headmaster down, who -to her disappointment- held her gaze with a serious and never softening look
"The schools outcast protecting the soon-to-be guardian. Isn´t that ironic? Sounds like Nicolas Sparks was lusting after a Disney movie. As you wish, master, I´ll be out there, watching the 'princess', with a spark of hope for my someday returning privacy. If you excuse me now, I have important business to attend. Some high-ranked student is about to arrive, so my way leads me out into the sunlight to take care of that matter."
Her tone was dripping with sarcasm, letting him feel how angry she was as she indicated a bow, before turning around to walk out of the headmasters office, dramatically throwing her hands in the air with pure helplessness.
"God help the outcasts!"
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