Hi guys! I really houls be working on the End of the World, but this bunny wouldn't leave me alone. So here it is.

Thank you very much to aronpuma and Sode no Shirayuki1411 for the beta!


Chapter One- The Phenomena

Toris considered himself to be one of the lucky people on the planet. He had never been the one everyone admired, liked or wanted to be. He had never been desired, or envied, either. But he had parents who loved him and whom he loved in return, a stable home life and little-more-than-stable grades, an average face, an average body, and an overall average life.

He knew what he had was good- better than most- and he was content with the idea that what he had was what he needed. He also thought he knew what was ahead- good grades, a middle-class job, a loving wife and family, with nothing remarkable or special to ever give him more than what he already had.

Life's a bitch, sometimes.


It began when he was sixteen.

Books would no longer need to be read, for he already knew the information. It would stick in his head and he would never need to read it again. Once, he took a voluntary Russian course, and as soon as he picked up a dictionary, he was fluent.

Barely three weeks after he had realised this 'ability'- he certainly didn't consider it a gift, or a talent- he spoke all major European languages, and most Asian ones. He could recite the encyclopaedia in the library word for word, and understand any electrical device that his parents had decided to keep the manual for.

He kept it secret, he kept it safe. It worried him, it stressed him out -so much so it caused his parents to take him to counselling- which wasn't fun- and told no-one. Everyone knows what happens to those who are different, special. Taken away and prodded until there are enough of them for a rights cause to get hot under collar. And since he was the only one, he was pretty much fucked.

But he survived, until the exams came. He'd been panicking the previous night, and it didn't occur to him to in fact, fail the papers. He passed every single one, with full marks, and he didn't even realise he had done.

When his results came to the attention of the school, they had first thought he cheated. An average person doesn't ace an exam that easily. When they realised that there was no way he could have cheated- in fact he had fallen asleep halfway through at least four papers- they began to wonder if he may be the one they were warned about.

You see, if Toris had turned on the news, he would have seen stories of a boy in Germany who literally could not die. Stories of a family in China suspected of hiding at least natural octuplets. Stories of grand arsons in Krakow, suspiciously all centred around upmarket shopping stores.

He was not the only one- and there indeed was a place for people like him.


It seems some governments have a sick sense of humour.

Most have the common courtesy to wake you up before they kidnap you. Some just let you wake up.

"What the fuck?" he screamed.

He was in a hospital bed, in a room about four metres square. The walls were white, though had distinct burn marks on them. The only furniture inside the cell (assuming it was indeed a cell) was the bed he sat on, a small wardrobe, and a side table holding up an envelope and a copy of Harry Potter, in English.

He tried the door, shook it, it was locked. He noticed that the hinges had recently been re-attached, and broken easily. The wardrobe ha two school uniforms inside, a beige V-neck sweater with a shirt and dark green tie, accompanied by either blue check dress trousers or a maroon pleated skirt.

Coming to the conclusion that the clothes were for him, he changed from the pyjamas the captors had left him with to the boy's attire, wondering why on earth they would have left him a skirt. His long hair could be mistaken for a girls', he guessed, or it could be a generic wardrobe for all kidnappees.

Or they could kidnap some very strange people.

Toris sat back down on the bed, and contemplated his situation.

1. He was in a strange room he'd never been in, no idea where he was.

2. He had no way of contacting the outside world, or escaping.

3. No food.

4. His kidnappers had left him a skirt. (No, he still wasn't over that).

He didn't ask why he was there or how they knew what he was; to be totally honest, it didn't matter. He was there, and he needed to get out. Looking round, he could draw a few conclusions.

1. His kidnappers wanted him alive. Whether that be for torture or experimentation he didn't know, but he was obviously no use dead.

2. The kidnappers may have a school. He was wearing a school uniform, of all things.

3. Most likely, he was in a country which spoke English- the novel he had been left was in that language. So probably England or America.

He still hadn't opened the envelope on the side table, so he decided to rectify that, and examine the contents.

Boungiorno , Tory !

You're probably wondering why we have to leave this room without food , water, toilet, or explanation . The first three that really have no excuse , but here the fourth, then friends again!

For your own safety (and the general public) there was transferred to a safe place where you can learn to control what you can do. Since we stole , we really have no idea what it is, but we are about 99.9 % that you have a mandate. And if you want to know what happened the last time we asked for someone to come to us, instead of kidnapping ... let's just say that you do not mention the word " Molotov " in front of a professor of Olympia , okay?

Your school! Yay ! This is not funny ! Get off , not really, but I hope you enjoy your time Gauken Academy. One dorm or your friends will come soon . Please do not leave permanent damage to his face.

Special Agent Dean Vargas

The letter was in awfully translated Lithuanian, probably gone through Google Translate. But as soon as he had finished absorbing the contents of his message, Toris heard a steady click-clack of shoes and a jangling of keys.

When the door swung open, he was greeted by his presumed dorm-mate in the letter- a girl most likely an inch or two shorter than him, with bright blonde hair and shocking green eyes. Her tie was loose and thickly knotted, skirt rolled, and sleeves hiked up to her elbows. There was a simple barrette keeping her fringe in place, and her face contained a somewhat bored, somewhat cocky expression.

She leaned in the doorway, cocked her head, and greeted him, in ridiculously accented Lithuanian;

"Hello, Lithuania. Welcome to the land of freaks, weirdos and utterly insane."

Toris, confused, replied. "America?"

She snorted, laughed, and grinned at him.

"No. Welcome to Canada, idiot."


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