Something I never thought I would do – a high school fic! Egad! Features all the stupid humor I'm famous (not) for!

Disclaimer: I only own my twisted sense of humor. And I'll be putting it up for sale on Ebay… bids start and one cent and go down from there. Chapters for this will be short as inspiration is slowly coming to me.

(Thoughts are in parenthesis just like in the game)

What it Takes to be an Overlord

Chapter One: First Day

Episode 1: Diploma's and Angels

-Overlord Larharl's castle.-

"What the hell is this?!?" Larharl's voice vibrated the whole castle.

Casually strolling in, as was in her nature, Etna entered the room. The sound of Larharl's anguish was too much to contain her curiosity. "What is it Prince?"

"I found my father's will. Why that dirty bastard! He can't do this to me."

"I'm sure it's not that bad. I mean, what can a dead Overlord do?" Etna snatched the parchment from Larharl and proceeded to read it. She hummed thoughtfully at it before breaking down into hysterics.

"It's not funny!"

Etna straightened up a bit, holding back more laughter. "So, the Prince is going back to school," she paused to chuckle. "Says here you can't be an official Overlord without a high school education."

"I'm already the Overlord! This is an outrage!"

"That might be," Etna replied in a serious tone. "But if you don't get your diploma, then the title is up for grabs. Anyone, let's say someone beautiful and demonic, could claim the throne."

"And just what are you implying? You don't have your diploma either."

"Ah crud! Well, good luck at school, Prince." Etna flipped the sealed note back at Larharl and turned on her heels.

"Oh no you don't!" Larharl demanded. "As my vassal you will come with me. If I am to suffer, so are you."

"Aw, but Prince," Etna whined. "I'm no good with studies."

"Then you shall find other ways to occupy yourself, but you are coming and that is final."

-At the entrance of Demon High.-

"Well, here we are," Larharl said stepping from the Dimensional Gate and glaring at the three story brick building. "Etna, you have our books right?"

"Sure, sure Prince. I brought the Prinny Squad for just that."

"These books sure are heavy, dood."

"It's the first day, dood. How did you know what books to bring?"

"Oh, we didn't," Etna replied. "So, we brought most of the books from the castle's library."

"Dood! We're going to die from the weight."

"You'll die faster if you don't shut up!" Larharl barked.

"Whoa dood," one Prinny whispered to another, "Either he's in a worse state than normal or puberty just hit."

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"Nothing, Prince dood!"

Larharl led Etna and half a dozen Prinnys into the school. "First stop, registration."

A banner hanging over the office made an official greeting; clearly depicting the school mascot which was the Flaming Flamingo. Larharl grimaced at the picture of a red flamingo with eyes on fire and fangs.

"That is certainly interesting," Etna said inspecting the same banner. "I never knew flamingos could be so deadly."

"Stupid school! Stupid mascot! Let's just get this over with." Without another word he flung open the office door and proceeded to the desk.

A girl stared blankly at him from behind the desk. Blue hair held back by a red ribbon only allowed her blank expression to shine in radiant ignorance. The plague in front of her announced her name to be Pleinair.

"Register me!" Larharl demanded.

"…" The girl didn't even blink at his command.

"Hey!" he yelled, swinging his hand in front of her face. "Did you hear me? I said register me!"

"…"

"Uh, Prince… I think the lights are on but no one's home."

"Fine, fine. Whatever. You register me, Etna."

"But Prince…"

"NOW!"

"Alright, already." Etna gracefully jumped the counter and proceeded to dig around. After a few minutes she found what she was looking for. Pen in hand, she paused. A smirk perched itself on her face as she proceeded to fill out the papers.

Name: Larharl the Twerp

Age: 1313 years old (acts more like he's 1152)

Preference: Any class with well endowed scantily clad women!

Name: Beauty Queen Etna

Age: 1470

Preference: Any class I can skip out on

Once she was done, she filed the papers at the window behind her and waited for the class schedule to be delivered. It was a short delivery and she was back at Larharl's side in no time.

"I trust my classes will be to my liking?"

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about it Prince."

The door jingled open and a girl occupied the desk where Larharl had just left. She didn't take notice of anything as she approached the desk, her long blonde hair in tow.

"Yes, I'm Angel Trainee Flonne. I have orders from the Seraph to assassinate one of your students. Could you please give me a list so that I can scan the names?"

Larharl laughed heartily. "Just like an angel. The dense speaking to the dense."

Flonne turned to study him. "I'm not dense. I'm an assassin."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I got a class to get to." Larharl waved his hand and left the angel to stare relentlessly at Pleinair.

"So, Prince," Etna asked, giving the office one finally look before closing the door. "How long you think she'll just stand there and wait?"

"What does it matter? If we're lucky she'll be there all day."

"I wouldn't doubt it. Oh well, here's were we part ways. My fist class is this way and your's is down that hall."

Larharl took a quick glance down the hall Etna indicated and screamed. "It's pink! All of it! Bows and lace! There's been a horrible mistake and someone will die!"

"Well, that's what your paper says. Better not be late on your first day."

Larharl watched, fuming, as Etna ventured down the black hall. The walls that way were graced with medieval torture devices. He balled is schedule in his hand. (The witch took my schedule! I know she did. I'm going to get it back.)

He turned to follow Etna when someone ran right into him. Both parties tumbled to the ground. Red eyes locked on the source of his furry. It was the angel from the office.

"Oh, I apologize. I was in a rush to make it to class."

"Huh? I thought you were here to assassinate someone?" Larharl got up, forgetting about his anger at being knocked down.

Flonne stood and bowed with a smile. "I am, but it would seem he has all the same classes I do. I want to make the most of the day! It'll be fun." Her voice was cheerful.

"You're a moron," Larharl stated flatly as he turned down the hall of pink. His encounter with the angel had caused him to give up his chase on Etna if it meant putting distance between him and the all too cheerful assassin.

Flonne jogged to catch up with him. "No, I'm not a moron. I'm Flonne. Nice to meet you." She extended her hand.

He glanced at the extended hand and quickened his pace.

"Hey! Wait up." Flonne caught up to him again; much to his dismay. "What's your name?"

Larharl stopped in front of the door to his next class. "If I tell you, will you leave me alone?"

"Sure!" Flonne exclaimed enthusiastically.

"It's Larharl, Supreme Overlord!"

"Ohh, impressive! But…"

"But what?" Larharl asked sharply.

"Oh, nothing," Flonne said shyly, twisting one foot. "It's just that is the name of the one I was sent to assassinate. But there must be another Larharl here somewhere. I'm to kill a ruthless tyrant. You're just too kind to be him."

"K-kind! I'm not kind! I'm an Overlord!"

Flonne looked at him thoughtfully but before she could speak, the bell rang. "Oh, we have to hurry! We'll be late."

Larharl didn't have the chance to protest as Flonne pushed him hastily into the class room. He took place at the head of the class, determined to show his authority. Once again defeat lingered around him as Flonne took the desk next to him.

"I thought you were going to leave me alone?"

"Oh, sorry, but I'm in this class too."

Larharl moaned and banged his head on the desk. (This day just can't possibly get any worse!)

A series of noises alerted him to another presence in the room. (Sounds like the teacher's here. Good. The sooner we get this started, the faster I'm out of here.) Larharl continued to stare at the wooden grain under his nose.

"Hello class. I'm Ms. Jennifer and I'll be your sewing teacher."

"SEWING! What the…" Larharl jerked his head up too fast to avoid the collision. Planted just inches from his face was the very well endowed top half of Ms. Jennifer. "AH! GET THOSE AWAY FROM ME!"

Anxious to make distance between himself and his new teacher, Larharl scampered over the back of his chair and landed with a thunk that would have surely broken his neck. That is, if not for him being an Overlord. That in itself caused him to avoid injury before the next smuck in line could claim the title.

"Larharl!" Flonne yelled as she rushed to his side. "Are you okay?"

He would have answered her, rudely, if Ms. Jennifer hadn't ventured around the other side of the desk. One look at her sent him into uncontrollable jitters. He twitched continuously from every muscle in his body.

"Oh dear," Ms. Jennifer exclaimed. "I think he needs to see the nurse."

"As an Angel Trainee it is my job to help those in need. Please, Ms. Jennifer, allow me to escort him to the nurse."

With Ms. Jennifer's consent, Flonne grabbed Larharl by both ankles and dragged him out of the room.

Lights go dim

End of Episode 1

Yo dood! It's over.

Dood?

Stop reading, dood.

They won't listen.

Pleinair: "..."