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Heterochromatic Eyes

Chapter One

A new school, a new district, a new life.

At the moment, that's all that really mattered to him. He didn't need friends, a parental figure(s), or family for that matter. And the last thing he needed was enemies. But now he could see that that was the only thing the world would give to him.

That's what got Dante into these situations in the first place.

People just seemed to hate him, well, the male gender rather. He didn't know if it was his good looks, his bright eyes, or white hair that set them off, but something did. It could've also been the fact that he was the new kid that everybody- or mostly everybody-in the female gender thought was hot. Or it could be the fact that he was just him.

Name: Dan-Tony Redgrave (man he had to get used to that.)

Hair Color: White

Eye Color: Blue-Grey…ish…

Occupation: High School Sophomore/ Devil Hunter, but nobody really needed to know that…

Well, except for these fools.

"So what's it gonna be?" That would be, of course, the "Leader" of the dim-witted bunch.

Dante's current situation had him in the school yard surrounded by three of the school's most notorious bullies…

Okay, so maybe they were nobodies with nothing to do, but that last thought was entertaining enough.

The only reason they were bugging him was because they wanted his lunch money-people still did that… really?-he didn't know people still did that. They found the dumbest things to bother him with, he grumbled to himself. "Seriously, do you guys not have anything better to do?"

"We do what we want, when we want!" Gooney #1, even in all his lankiness, Dante still managed to top the boy a good two inches. And with all those well-pronounced W's, he couldn't help but notice the golden colored piercing on the kid's lip. He made a mental note to himself to rip it out if worse came to worse.

But only if worse came to worse, of course.

"Yeah, and right now, we want your lunch money." That would be Gooney #2. It was only natural that the most least important one of the group would say something as dull as that.

We want your lunch money, the white-haired boy suddenly had the urge to laugh. It was such a clichéd line, was it not? It sounded even worse when someone said it out loud.

Not wanting to waste any more time with these fools, the casual dressed teen reached into his back pocket, and before you even ask, no, he was not giving in; he just wanted to at least make it to the end of second period. He pulled out three nickels, spare change, and tossed it over to Gooney #2, you know, just to make him feel important.

"Don't spend it all in one day, alright?" Dante paused for just enough time to gauge each of their flabbergasted reactions. Once he was satisfied with them, it was only then that he went on his way.

He guessed it took them a few moments for them to realize what had just taken place since he was through the school's back entrance and in the hallway when he heard the heavy footfalls behind him.

"Get back here, you!" Leader.

"We'll teach you to mess with us!" Gooney #1.

"Don't run from us, you coward!" Did it really need to be said?

The white haired teen stopped in the middle of red and white themes hallway, causing the other three to come to a pause at the sudden reaction. Looking over his shoulder to give the now intimidated gooneys an almost crazed grin, baring long and sharp white canines, he dropped his bag to the ground, turning his body in the direction of his stare, starting back to the males that were now second guessing their decision to mess with this particular boy.

Was Dante truly the one at fault when he wanted to show them how much of a coward he could be? He himself didn't think so.

Ten minutes later

That was all the time that was needed for him to get caught pounding the three little wannabe tough guys into the ground by the principle and land himself in lunch detention. He actually found that particular punishment strange for his behavior but he wasn't going to mention that. Maybe the older man was going soft. Either that, or the graying authority figure had it out for the three currently residing in the nurse's office.

It was when he rounded the corner on his way to third period-second period was English II, so no big loss there-when a girl bumped into him. Well, actually, he bumped into her when he wasn't paying attention.

"Ow…" That was the first thing to come out of the girl's mouth after she landed on her butt. The second thing was, "Well, aren't you going to help me up?"

With a brief roll of blue-grey eyes he shuffled his backpack to his other shoulder and very reluctantly did the first good deed of the day. "Here."

She accepted his hand with a short-lived smile, brushing off the offended parts of her jeans, "Thanks."

With a curt nod he was sure she didn't see, for she had her head bowed all the while, ebony strands obscuring everything of her face sans a pale cheek and rosy lips from his vision, and went on his way to class-

"Hey,"

Or he would have if not for the said girl's interruption.

"You wouldn't happen to know where room 238 is, would you?" The crinkling sounds of a paper being unfolded followed the inquiry.

Dante internally sighed. With all of these disturbances keeping him from getting his much needed education, he had half a mind to skip school all together. And, yeah, sure he could've kept it moving, surely her problems had to be of a much less importance than his own.

But then again, he was late anyway, so why the hell not play nice guy for a few more minutes? He could always just use her as an excuse if asked to give an explanation for his tardiness. That usually never happened though.

Mind made up, he turned his body to glance at her, his ice-colored orbs catching sight of the black-haired girl's brown and blue irises. Those same eyes were currently studying the platinum mop of hair on his head, her brow furrowed as if she couldn't come to the conclusion if it was either bleached or natural. Dante brushed the look off, it wasn't like it was the first time somebody gave him a similar look to the one she was giving him, plus, it gave him the time to study her. It was the first time he had seen eyes like hers, there was a particular name for it, Different Colored Eye Syndrome or something of the sort, he really couldn't put in the effort of finding the correct term.

But then the moment was over and she back to looking at the piece of paper gripped in pale skinned hands-probably her schedule- and he was back to facing front, shifting his bag up on his shoulder when he felt it begin to slip off.

"Yeah, I do," he finally responded, rubbing at the back of his neck when he could practically feel the burn of her stare burning into his back. He took a step forward, hearing as the heterochromatic-eyed female almost reluctantly did the same, coming to walk by his side. Dante spared her another quick glance, his orbs chancing upon hers as she looked up at him in what he thought was apprehension, but was in truth, suspicion. "It's right this way."

With that, the two continued on side-by-side, naïve to the fate their chance meeting had just set in motion.

A/N: You know, I happen to like this version so much better than the first, I actually winced-multiple times- when I read it. WTF was I on? Anyway, hopefully, you guys liked this, too, and will tell all about how you thought of it in a review. Maybe…probably...?