A/N: Quick warning, in this fic the characters are human (for the most part), so don't read it if you don't want to hear about a human Shadow, Sonic, Rouge, or other characters.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Prototype Bond

Theme: Cosmic Castaway, by Electrasy

Chapter 1: New Arrival

Amy Rose sat in the back of the class with her best friend Rouge. They were wasting the few minutes they had before class with random chit-chat. Amy was currently telling a story about her crush Sonic. Rouge was feigning interest at this tale. She had heard similar stories before. They were interrupted by a shout from the blue-haired boy in question.

"Hey new guy! How's it going?" The two girls looked up sharply at this. Standing in the doorway was a tall guy, his black hair streaked with crimson. He wore a black jacket with a white wool collar and red stripes on the sleeves. He wore a white shirt over black jeans. Amy blushed when she realized she had been checking him out.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Sonic asked cheerfully. The new guy's red eyes locked with Sonic's green.

"Move." He said simply, shoving past the blue-haired boy. He walked straight to the back of the room, sitting on the opposite end of the row from Amy and Rouge.

"Why are the cute one's always rude?" Rouge asked Amy. The pink-haired girl simply shrugged. The teacher entered the room after a few more students had walked in.

"Class we have a new student today." He looked at the black-haired boy. "Shadow, would you like to tell the class about yourself?" Shadow looked up from the book he had been reading.

"No." He promptly returned to his book. The teacher was put off for a moment before returning to regular business.

"Anyway, we also have a test today." He looked at the boy again. "Shadow do you want to skip the test?"

"No." He put the book away and pulled out a pencil. "I'm fine." The teacher shrugged and handed out the test. Amy watched Shadow as she waited for her copy. When he got his he looked at it briefly before he began answering quickly. Then she had to focus on the test itself. The teacher addressed the class after all the tests were passed out.

"When you are done you may leave, this is all we're doing today." With that he sat down at his desk. He looked up when he heard footsteps. He saw Shadow holding his test out to him. "Did you change your mind?"

"No, I'm finished." He set the test on the desk and walked out the door.

Amy and Rouge walked wearily out of their class. Amy stretched her cramped muscles as she complained about how hard that test was. That caused the conversation to turn towards Shadow.

"Do you think he really finished the test?" Amy asked as they headed towards their next class.

"He probably wrote down random answers, you saw how he dresses, he's probably an emo that doesn't care about anything." Amy gave her a sidelong glance.

"Way to be superficial Rouge, considering you dress the way you do."

"Whatever, the point is that I don't think he cares about anything." She looked ahead towards their class. "Great. History. I love history." She muttered sarcastically.

"It's better than math at least." Amy said, opening the door. She immediately froze in her tracks.

"What's-" Rouge paused when she caught sight of none other than Shadow. He was the only other person in the room, sitting in the back row. Rouge looked thoughtful for a second before she waved to him. "Hi, it's Shadow right?" He looked up at them for a few minutes before returning to his book.

"Yes." She waited for a few minutes, Amy having a silent panic attack behind her. When he didn't say anything else she frowned.

"Don't you want to know our names?" He sighed and tucked the book into an inside pocket of his jacket. He looked at them thoughtfully.

"Yes." Rouge smiled lightly.

"That's more like it. I'm Rouge, and this," she pointed to Amy, "is my friend Amy." Amy blushed furiously.

"Hello." He cocked his head to one side. "You two were in my last class."

"That's right." Rouge walked right up to the chair next to him. "Mind if I sit?" He quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Free country." He looked at Amy. "Is she just going to stand there?" Rouge glanced at her.

"Probably." She grinned wickedly. "I think she likes you Shadow." She watched as Amy looked furious and Shadow merely blinked.

"I doubt that." He said as more students began to file into the class. He took out his phone and glanced at the time. What does that mean? Amy thought as Rouge chuckled lightly. And how is that funny? She sometimes regretted being friends with the white-haired girl.

"Hey Shadow, what are you doing for lunch?" Amy asked quietly.

"Nothing." He glanced at her with his crimson eyes. "Why?" She looked away from his eyes quickly.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to sit with us." She blushed as Rouge nudged her in the ribs lightly. His continued silence was beginning to grow on her nerves when he answered.

"Fine." They looked up when the teacher walked in.

"Okay class, how is everybody?" The teacher tossed his brown greatcoat onto his desk. "We have a new student today." He looked at Shadow with a large grin on his face. "Hello Shadow, having a good day?" The black-and-red haired boy looked at him blankly. "Hello? Anybody home?" The boy blinked in annoyance. "I asked how your day is going."

"Fine." He said quietly.

"Brilliant. Okay, now we're getting somewhere." He sat on his desk, his hands in the pockets of his blue suit. "What do you know about history Shadow?" The boy looked at him alarmed.

"About what?"

"History. You know, big books, dusty libraries, dead people? Interesting people, but dead none the less. Well most of them. Then again, most people are dead, so I guess most people are a part of history. Wouldn't you say?" He said all this in the space of a few seconds. Rouge smirked to herself, when Doctor Smith went off on a tangent like this, no one could follow what he said. She couldn't wait for Shadow to be dropped down a peg.

"Actually, since history is only that which is recorded by people, and most people aren't recorded, then most people are not a part of history." Shadow said calmly, his red eyes studying the teacher.

"Brilliant!" The teacher exclaimed, hopping off his desk in his excitement. "So, as our new friend has pointed out, history is only what is recorded. So, what is history? Well, since it is only recorded, and since those that recorded it could right down whatever they want…"

After their class was over, Shadow found himself sitting at a table, waiting on Amy and Rouge. Finally the two girls walked up to the table, carrying two trays of food. They sat next to each other on the opposite side as Shadow. Rouge plopped a large cheeseburger down in front of him.

"I've got to tell you, that was great." Rouge said before biting into her own cheeseburger. Amy, on the other hand, was eating a chicken salad. "How did you understand him?" She looked at the dark-haired boy. "What?"

"What…is this?" He asked, staring down at his burger.

"That's a cheeseburger. You have had cheeseburgers before right?" He looked at her oddly.

"It's food?" Amy's fork dropped from her stunned fingers. "What?"

"You've never even heard of a cheeseburger?" Amy asked incredulously.

"How could you not know what a cheeseburger is?"

"It doesn't matter." He said, his face and voice suddenly drained of emotion. He picked up a fork and knife.

"No, no, no." He glanced up at Rouge. "What are you doing?"

"In my experience it's called eating." He went to impale the burger with his fork, only for her to grab it. "What are you doing?"

"You don't eat burgers with a fork and knife." She put the utensils down on the table. "You grab it with your hands like this." She picked up her burger to show him. "Then you bite it."

"What idiot came up with this?" He asked with a grimace. "The professor never mentioned this." He picked the burger up gingerly. With a weary sigh he bit into it. Amy and Rouge watched his face expectantly. "Well then." He said putting the burger back on the table. "That was disgusting." He said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"What is wrong with you?" Rouge asked, her eyes widened in disbelief.

"So many things…" He muttered, almost too low for them to hear.