"Shit! I'm late, I'm late, I'm freaking late!"
It is a sunny day in Terror High, a high school in Graystone Town. A 16 year old girl with long, silky black hair, black wolf-life ears, deep, blood red eyes, a black tail and slightly whiter than tan skin rushes towards her school. Her clothes being a gray T-shirt, black jeans, dark gray sneakers and a gray sling bag on her right shoulder. The girl's name is Yena, a sweet, innocent Dark-type girl who has always been a gentle Mightyena. You could say she's the kindest and gentlest in the town…
Which is why almost the whole school bully her.
Terror High is a school where most Dark-type go to. Sure, there are some Flying-types, Grass-types but 80% of the population is Dark-types. And 79% of them are not as kind hearted as you would think. They're cold, vicious and also cruel. But Yena is different. She, after a horrible event she has experience when she was a little girl, becomes a good girl, having the students call her 'Goody Poochy'. She has been called that way since she was 8 yet she never cared. Sure, it was annoying for a few months but now she takes it as a nickname.
Besides, it was better than being the bastard who made her this way.
"Yena, you're late again!" A teacher, Lucas Parol the Lucario, scolds Yena in the classroom, with some of the female students giggling with cruelty. The teacher has yellow hair, yellow jackal-like ears, wearing a blue dress shirt, yellow jacket and yellow pants with blue shoes. Yena scratches her head and nods a little.
"I'm sorry, Mr Parol…" Yena apologizes and walks back to her seat while Mr Parol sighs and clears his throat.
"Now, we have a new student for this class. Everyone, meet Hounder Larouse. A Houndoom" Yena sighs and takes out her black book, settling it on her desk. The cover is thick and hard with skull patterns on it and the words "Yena's Art" has been printed on the front cover in blood red. Yena knows that whenever there's a Dark-type entering this school as a new student, the first thing they would do is tease her for being a good Dark-type Pokémorph. So if she ignores the new student, she'll be ignored…like all the other Pokemorphs have done.
But suddenly, Yena feels like she's being watched. When she looks up, she almost got the fright of her life!
Right in front of her desk, there stands a boy who looks half a head taller than her with dark red eyes, dark orange spiky hair, two white horns growing on his head, slightly pale skin, wearing a skull-shaped choker, a white shirt with a skull on it, a black jacket, black jeans that's slightly ripped in the left knee, a devil-like tail and black shoes. Yena blushes softly as the boy stares at her as if he's glaring at her very soul.
"U-Uh…May I…help you?" Yena asks politely, sinking into her chair a little. His look seems to have gotten a little soften until he notices the book. He taps the book and looks at her with curious eyes, as if he's telling her something.
Can I borrow the book?
Yena blinks, noticing how his gestures are a little like hand signs. She soon blushes redder and looks at her lap, nodding a little bit that everyone didn't notice it. Everyone but him. He grabs the book and look through the art that Yena has drawn over the years since she was young. Every page full of amazing art seem to make the boy's eyes glue to some of the drawings as if he's staring at a legendary art. After one, long minute, he looks at Yena again with a look of confusion before placing the book down on her desk and bows a little with his right hang on the left side of his chest.
Yena could feel her stomach having butterflies as her heart beats softly against her chest. It's the first time someone shows her they are thankful. But unfortunately, all good things have to end soon…
"Mr Larouse, please sit down! You are delaying my class!" Yena's eyes widen at the name of the new student as Hounder sighs and looks at the teacher with a slightly annoyed look. One of the girls in the class waves her hand.
"Mr Parol! Please, let him sit next to me!" Then another girl stands up.
"No way! You already got the hotties around you! Let Hounder sit next to me, Mr Parol!"
"No way! Me!"
Soon, most of the girls in the class beg Mr Parol to have Hounder sit with them. Mr Parol growls before shouting.
"ENOUGH!" The whole class goes into deep silence. "Mr Larouse, go and pick your seat. Don't mind the…disturbance." At this, Hounder nods quietly. Yena, being quiet all this time, sighs and stares at her book.
"Hounder seems interesting…A shame he'll sit next to a girl he thinks is beautiful…" She thinks before she looks up again and almost yelp, looking at the once empty seat next to her. Sitting right next to Yena is none other than him.
"What?! That Goody Poochy took that gorgeous hunk away from us!" Yena hears one of the girls whispering coldly with her friends. All she could do was sigh and stare at a piece of a folded paper on her book-
"Huh?" Yena blinks in surprise and looks at her right, noticing Hounder's head facing the broad but his eyes on her. His eyes dart at the paper before at her, beckoning her to read the paper. Yena looks down and takes the piece of paper, unfolding it under her desk while half-listening to the teacher. When the paper is fully unfolded, she almost turns into a red beet.
Entrance Gate. Right after School. Do not be late.
"How blunt." Was all she could think before she gulps and nods a little, knowing he's looking at her from the strange tingle against her spine.
Lunch time was what anyone but Yena think is eventful. Not only did Hounder have a new fan club in a matter of minutes but new admirers as well. Unfortunately, due to the incident in the class, Yena wasn't a lucky lass. When she walks down the hallway where her class should be, she notices her table outside of class with some cruel words and sentence written on it.
Go to hell, bitch!
Stop stealing Hounder from us!
You don't deserve him! He's better with someone like us!
Stop being a slut and just go find someone else to fuck with.
Yena sighs and scratches her head softly. "Say that to the sluts and whores who wrote these…" This isn't the first time Yena got a prank like this. In fact, it was her twentieth…no, fortieth time that she gotten harassed like this. Hounder wasn't the first guy who got a fan club of jealous admirers and he won't be the last…
"How do you like our little 'treat', Goody Poochy?" Yena rolls her eyes and turns around to see a beauty. She has long pink hair, bright red highlights in them; green alluring eyes that could make men just fall in love with those orbs. Her outfit consists of a dark pink tank top, a red skit that only reach till her mid thigh and reddish pink heels. She also has a red, blade-like tail and red nails while her dainty ears are covered by her hair.
"Aren't you too mature for this, Absaly?" Yena asks softly, hoping she doesn't have to go into a tense situation with her. But as if Fate is trying to ruin her life, Absaly pins her to the wall with a growl.
"You better listen up, brat. No one can have that hot guy except ME so you either stop talking to him or else-"
"Hounder! Hounder, will you go out with me?!"
"Hounder, are you free tonight?!"
"Hounder, please give me your jacket!"
A crowd of girls screaming as loud as a group of audience in a concert gotten Absaly's and Yena's attention, looking to their left to find the said new student being surrounded by his new fans. His face shows no emotion as he walks calmly past the girls, ignoring their presence. But when he notices Absaly pinning Yena, his face seems to harden and he soon stands before them. Absaly blushes at the look he gives her, so stern, so serious, so..….sexy.
"O-Oh my…" Absaly said with amazement before letting go of Yena, making her land on the ground on her bum and starts trying to look great in front of Hounder with a bat of her eyelashes and a purring look of seduction. "Why hello, sir. I do believe we never met-" But she stops mid-sentence when Hounder, instead of being charmed by her Attract, bends down to Yena's level and grabs her arm softly.
"E-Eh?" Yena blushes at the close contact with a guy as Hounder grabs her hand and holds it, showing her palm to move his finger on it.
"Are you alright?" The Houndoom-morph asks with his finger on her palm. Yena blushes softly and stares before snapping out of her daze and stutters.
"Y-You don't have to w-worry. I'm used to it." Yena looks away and stands up along with Hounder. The girls are growling and hissing as Yena becomes the center of Hounder's attention, much to a certain shiny Absol's dismay.
"Hel-LO! Hounder, aren't you paying attention to me?!" Absaly screech but he ignore and move his finger across Yena's palm.
"Who's the girl with hair like a bloody cotton candy?" Yena tilts her head and looks at his face, noticing the annoyance on it. Yena looks at Absaly before staring at Hounder. Before she could say anything, Absaly whips her hair over her shoulder and intervene.
"Exucuse me! You're next to the most popular girl in the school and yet you ignore me?! Me, THE Absaly?! How dare you?!" As Absaly continue her rant about being the most popular, Hounder sighs and shakes his head, picking Yena up in a way guys can to a girl.
Bridal Style.
"OMG! HE'S CARRYING GOODY POOCHY!"
"THAT ROTTEN BITCH!"
"GIVE US BACK HOUNDER!"
The cries and screams of the fans starts to get out of hand but Hounder only calmly walk to the opposite direction. Yena couldn't help but blush and wrap her arms around his neck for support. As for Absaly…well…she's having a tantrum.
"This is one random day…" As they (Hounder and Yena, not the fangirls.) head towards their unknown destination, Yena notices something on his left shoulder under his sleeve. It looks like a tattoo or something…
Oh dear no…
"I-Is he…Is he a gangster?!" Yena freezes in Hounder's arms, whilst processing the information into her brain. "No no no…I want to have nothing to do with gangster! Never again!" But before she could flail, she feels her bottom landing on something wooden. She pats on the wooden thing, only to realize that it's a bench and they're out in the open school garden.
"U-Uh…Why are we-" But she got cut off by a grumbling sound coming from her stomach. Yena blushes bright pink and wraps her arms around her stomach, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Shit, shit, shit. Why, at a time like this, do you have to remind me of my hunger?!" Yena whimpers in shame, having to embarrass herself in front of a hot guy. But when she looks up, she notices an egg sandwich in front of her face with Hounder looking at her with a look that says 'eat it'. Yena's eyes widen at the thoughtful offer. When she gladly but reluctantly accept the sandwich, she takes a bite on it, looking like a cute little Growlithe with little Poke food stuffing in its cheeks. Hounder smirks a little and chuckles silently. Yena swallows the grub down her throat and smiles at him softly.
"Thank you for the sandwich but…aren't you hungry yourself?" Hounder holds up a sandwich with his other hand, showing her that he got what he needs. Yena puts on a confused look and asks. "Are you mute?" When Hounder shakes his head, Yena takes another bite on her sandwich, chew and then swallow. "Then…are you not used to talking with others?" Hounder glares a little and gestures to the fans at the windows of the school staring at them. Yena laughs a little, not minding being glared at. After all, she got glares from female students. "Right. Then what's with the silence?" Hounder taps his chin for a bit, going into thought before snapping his fingers, putting the sandwich on his mouth and takes out a pen and a paper out of his pocket. He writes something on it before passing to her and waves goodbye, walking away while eating his lunch. Yena blinks at how fast he left and looks at the paper.
Explain at Entrance. Do not be late. Questions shall be answers, little white flower.
Yena blushes at the nickname he gave her and clutches the paper in her hand. Her heart is beating, her cheeks are growing hot and her body is tingling with excitement and curiousity.
"Just who is that guy?"
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