"WHAT?!" Don Thousand screamed. As soon as the war was over, he had figured he was going to be sealed away again and almost everyone was about to sentence him back into that dark abyss. But of course Yuma Tsukumo just HAD to have another idea, didn't he?
"It's perfect! And if he was just sealed again, he'd come back just as bad in another few thousand years and we'd have a number war repeat!" Yuma gushed, excitedly promoting his plan.
"No NO NO!" Don Thousand screamed.
"The alternative is to get sealed away again," Vector pointed out. He had reverted to his Rei persona after the war although he still had psycho episodes(1).
"I'd prefer to get imprisoned in a sea of acid again instead of THIS!" Don Thousand shouted.
"Since this is obviously going to make you miserable, I'm for it," Nasch scoffed. Don Thousand gave him the coldest death glare he could muster, but had to give the purple barian points for not even flinching.
Basically, Yuma's plan went like this: Don Thousand would be stripped of his powers and banished to earth for six months and attend highschool. (It was only six months because they couldn't seal away his powers for as long as they could seal him away) The idea was that he would get reformed after the six months was over and wouldn't be evil anymore.
How could Don Thousand NOT be horrified at this?
"It won't be that bad! We all went to school and we kinda like it!" Alit said gesturing to the other emperors.
"Yeah, because you're all idiots," Don Thousand growled. Misael lunged at him only to be held back by Dumon and Merag.
"I agree with Yuma Tsukumo and will go along with his plan, on one condition," Eliphas declared, "If Don Thousand doesn't seem to be in any way reformed after the six months, we seal him away again."
"How about you just banish me into an acid sea or the middle of a desolate wasteland again and not bother with this stupid reforming plan?" Don Thousand snarled.
Eliphas glared at him and Don Thousand glared back with just as much hatred. "I have spoken," Eliphas said coolly.
"And I care about the shit that comes out of your mouth why...?" Don Thousand sneered.
He had a fleeting feeling of contentment when he saw a vein pulsing on Eliphas' head, but only momentarily.
"So we are all agreed on this?" Astral asked.
"I'm not!" Don Thousand shouted.
"Other than Don Thousand?" Astral sighed. The barian emperors, Yuma, Eliphas, and Kite nodded.
"I hate you all!" Don Thousand screamed. A portal opened behind him and Astral held up a crystal. A black and red aura flew from Don Thousand into the crystal and Astral put it on a pedestal. Don Thousand's eyes widened as he dissolved into the overlay network, "I F*CKING HATE ALL OF YOU!"
.…...
Don Thousand groaned as he slowly blinked open his eyes to see trees and birds flying and happily chirping melodious tunes all around. The sun was shining and there was a cool breeze blowing gently through the emerald leaves on the trees.
It made him want to scream.
"I hate you all so much right now!" Don Thousand shrieked up at the sky. Nothing answered him except the startled chirps of robins. He groaned and covered his face with his hands, then sat up and looked at his hands. They were a dark tan color but weren't wrinkly or old like they were when he came to earth when he was sealed. He looked down and saw he was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a red collared undershirt, dark blue pants, and black shoes. With some effort, he stood up and as he did so, a bit of red and blond hair fell into his face. He brushed back his red bangs and golden hair and looked around. It seemed to be in the mid-early morning.
Don thrust his hand out and tried to blast a nearby tree but he couldn't. Then he tried to open a portal but, again, he couldn't. "F*CKING DAMN IT!" Don Thousand seethed for a while in unadulterated fury before shouting a few more very colorful cuss words. After he had reclaimed a semblance of calm, he plopped down on the grass again and pulled at his hair. This was awful! No powers and living as a human and among humans for six f*cking months! Don Thousand could barely believe his misfortune. It wasn't right, it wasn't just!
Well, to be fair, he HAD tried to destroy three worlds but he didn't deserve this! And Eliphas fully knew that banishing him to earth wasn't just salt in the wound; it was salt, lemon juice, sulfuric acid, and cactus spines in the wound. F*cking order freak patron...
Don Thousand took a deep breath. He needed to stop ranting. This wasn't the end of the world, sadly since the end of the world would be better than this! But that last part was beside the point. It was only six months. Six freaking months without his powers and having to put up with humans, then he would regain his powers that came with being the patron of Barian World and he could wring Yuma Tsukumo's neck. How dare that punk suggest that he go to earth and attend some retarded human school? He didn't have a choice about earth but he was absolutely NOT going to this...highschool.
Now what to do for the next six months...
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...Damn it! There wasn't really anything significant he could do.
In the end, he resigned himself to the fact that he might as well go to school since he honestly had nothing at all better to do. Damn you, Yuma Tsukumo.
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It had been easy enough enrolling to the school and the classes looked very simple. Don Thousand had wondered why the vice-principal raised her eyebrow at some of his class choices. It was normal for students to choose advanced robotics and quantum physics, right? Maybe she was confused about him taking the class to learn Swahili. But, in his defense, he knew all the other languages that were offered.
The problem with the whole ordeal was the way way way too bubbly counselor who was assigned to introduce him to the teacher and class of his first class of the day, history. With a way-to-happy smile, the counselor pushed open the door to the history classroom and loudly announced,
"Hello! I'd like you all to meet a new student who has joined today! Say hello to Don Thousand!" Don Thousand had to cover his ears at her happy shout as did most of the class.
The teacher, a middle-aged woman with grey hair tied back in a bun, uncovered her ears and with a quick glare at the counselor, turned to Don Thousand and said, "Hello, I am Mrs. Fernis. You can have the empty seat next to Mr. Eisen, Mr. Thousand."
Don Thousand, fuming, went to the stupid desk he was assigned. He absolutely HATED humans assuming Thousand was his last name. But at the same time he knew he would never get them to stop. With a loud bang, he dumped his backpack on the desk(he had run into Vector earlier and the carrot-headed barian had given him some money to buy school supplies with) and slumped into the chair.
As Mrs. Fernis droned on, Don Thousand heard a whisper-shout beside him, "Hiya! Hey! Hi! Hello! Hola! Hi!" Don turned to deliver a death glare to the human next to him. The human, either having nerves of steel or a maximum of two brain cells(Don Thousand was guessing the latter), did not seem in any way affected except for commenting, "Woah! COOL! You have two different colored eyes!"
"The correct term in heterochromic," Don Thousand growled, "And why the hell do you care?"
The human, again not picking up the obvious hostile signals Don Thousand was giving him, "I just think that's totally awesome! I'm Lyle! Star of the basketball team!" he jumped on top of his desk and struck a dorky pose.
"Mr. Eisen! Unless you can explain who led the Fire Crusades, I would suggest you quit interrupting class and SIT BACK DOWN!" Mrs. Fernis growled. Lyle quickly slipped back into his seat as the entire class, except Don Thousand, laughed.
"Hey! You didn't laugh at me!" Lyle said, sounding happy at the prospect.
Don Thousand scoffed, "It wasn't that funny."
"Since Mr. Eisen couldn't answer the question, perhaps our new student could give an answer. Mr. Thousand?" Mrs. Fernis turned to the scowling patron.
"Prince Vector started the Fire Crusades. He slaughtered over 5 million people by himself. Actually, the number is higher but that's only what was recorded. He wiped out 30 different civilizations before he killed himself," Don Thousand said offhandedly.
Mrs. Fernis blinked before a small smile crept onto her face, "Everyone write down what Mr. Thousand just said. He summarized Prince Vector's reign fairly well."
"Wow, dude! That was totally cool! Hey, maybe you can help me with all my classes! What classes do we share?" Without asking, Lyle grabbed Don's schedule and looked it over, "Yes! We have two other classes together! Advanced chemistry and gym! Hey, are all your academic classes the advanced classes?" a second later, Lyle answered his own question, "Sweet! They are! Are you some sort of prodigy or something?"
Don Thousand snatched his schedule back from the hyper-active teen, "No, I'm just not a complete moron."
Lyle, not catching on to the fact that Don had just insulted him, grinned and said, "Oh cool! So you can help me in history and chemistry and I'll help you in gym!"
Don Thousand just looked at Lyle and had to ask, "How the hell do you help someone in GYM?!"
Lyle seemed to think very hard about this. After another thirty seconds it became clear to Don Thousand that the teen would be musing over this for the rest of class. Good, it would give Don Thousand some peace and give Lyle's brain cell a workout. As he listened to Mrs. Fernis drone on about something he had not only experienced, but started, he let his eyelids fall into a curtain over his eyeballs.
Screw Eliphas, Yuma, and all those stupid ass emperors. They thought he would just magically change by spending time on this stupid planet in this f*cking school. There's absolutely no chance of that ever happening. Ever. I can't believe Eliphas could agree to this. He knows better than anyone why this would never work. At least he should. Maybe he doesn't. I don't really know him anymore. Asshole... Don Thousand's outward appearance didn't change at all although his cold crystal heart gave a small twinge; he had stopped showing or even really feeling sadness at all a very very long time ago, It's been too long, it's too late for me. Everyone should just give up. Nothing's going to change.
(1) Same type of Vector as in my Forbidden Memories fic