Hey guys, so i wrote this and decided to post because it turned out so well. sorry if there are some weird words and what not in there, i did use and incorperate this into a literature assignment. and also, i wrote this when i was going through a hard time and the main character, Caspin is portraying me. i am transgender and im not shy to be who i am. i hope you enjoy it and hope you R&R.
Chapter 1: The Worst First Day
Caspin came to a stop as he approached upcoming steps, staring at them in disappointment. The first day of his junior year had finally come. He'd done everything he could have to become popular: get quarterback on the football team, becoming vice president of the student body, earn highest award of honor for grades as well as education, and even to the point of accepting disciplinary action committee leader. But no matter what he did, the feeling of accomplishment and happiness never came. Now he looked up the cement staircase, feeling as if it receded into nothingness.
"Better get this over with," he muttered as he took one step at a time until he reached the wide entrance and old oak doors. He reached to open them, but before his hand even touched a handle, they swung forward, revealing a handsome, blond teenager.
"Welcome," Tamaki mused, stretching out a hand to the boy. "Good morning, young lady."
At that second, Caspin's disarming fear (of the students as well as the school year itself) disappeared and was replaced by anger.
"What the hell, man! Get your eyes checked or something!" the brown-haired boy pushed passed him and through the doors. He walked off, leaving the host club president dumbfounded in his place.
"That was really rude, Senpai," a dark haired girl walked out from behind him, wearing an out identical to the blond's. "Just because someone looks like me doesn't mean they're a girl."
"Sorry, something about him just seemed feminine. Well, let's go find the others, shall we?"
Caspin walked quickly, trying to keep his well-developed composure. Great, I try to not protrude from any ordinary guy, but the first person I even see, straight off the bat, calls me a girl. God, I thought I'd be able to pass at least on the first day, getting there's no surmounting this. He turned left and walked forward, slipping into a well-familiar sanctuary. The library in Journey High School was a lot larger than the one in his old school (Brigg's Academy of Academic Excellence). Shelves of books rose to above fifteen feet high, neatly organized books and many comfortable places to sit down and enjoy a good novel.
"Finally, peace and quiet," he walked through the various genres, running his hands along the spines of his favorites. As the seventeen year old searched the fantasy to see if the new book in his current series was there, voices came from a few isles down.
"Moving the king first, how imprudent of you," a nonchalant, knowing voice came first.
"If the king doesn't move, then how can his subjects follow?" another stated, a small click coming after.
"When are you two going to be finished? If it was my choice, I wouldn't even come near this crowded place," the last was an impatient voice, as if he would burst into flames if he was forced to sit any longer. His diverting tone drew Caspin closer, leading him through isles until he was close enough to peek through a crack in the books.
An alcove around the size of a classroom sat nicely at the end of the library, an assortment of tables, beanbag chairs, and smaller shelves organized neatly around the area. In the middle of the room were two boys who sat across a square table facing one another, a small board between them. The one who had his back to the student had longer black hair sweeping over his face, dressed in dark colors. The other had short, dark brown hair with a slightly round face. Glasses sat near the edge of his face and a mole was visible under his right eye. Both seemed unruffled, strategizing their next moves carefully. On the other hand, the last male sat uncomfortably in his seat, fidgeting constantly. A sword case rested next to him, red cloth slightly showing a katana sheath. His glowing blue eyes roamed the space lazily, ears twitching at the buildings sounds, tail swishing back and forth to an unknown rhythm. Tail!? What is wrong with this guy? He backed up hesitantly, ramming into a book shelf. A book fell and he caught it instantly. But it was too late; Rin's ears caught the sound when the cover had hit Caspin's palm, his tail quickly went into hiding, head still in the direction of the shelves.
"Who's there?" he asked quietly, fangs fully exposed. Lelouche and Yukio's attention went to Rin, who just stared into the brunet's eyes as he backed away cautiously, running at full speed when he reached the exit.
"Is something wrong, Rin?" Yukio asked his brother.
"It's nothing."
"Well than, shall we continue our little game, Mr. Okumara?" Lelouche asked, resting his head on his hand, a smirk on his lips.
"Yes, I believe so."
Caspin panted heavily, leaving against his knees for support. He finally caught his breath and stood up straight. He stalled outside the conjoined bathrooms, boys on the left, girls on the right. He stood straighter, resolve powering his actions. He confidently turned left, heading into the last stall, locking it securely behind him. He hesitantly pulled his shirt, checking to see if his binder was in the right position. After he fixed it for it to be more comfortable, he glanced out his stall door to check if anyone was present, then walked out, backpack and tee in hand. Stopping in front of the first sink, he hung his top on the nearest stall, and then examined himself in the mirror. His chest was flat enough, looking as if he had pecks, his hands running down his front. Then he flexed his barely-visible muscles.
"Dude, what in the world are you doing?" A voice came from behind, making him jump. A spiky-haired blond stood a few feet away, giving Caspin a crazy look.
"Uhhh…," was all that came out.
"Oh I see what's going on," Naruto immediately ripped his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside, revealing his well-built torso and muscular areas. As he formed weird poses, he grabbed something black and tied it around his forehead. Caspin spotted dark inking on his stomach. As the ninja twisted, he was able to make out the whole design across the Genin's abs. A black spiral started from the left of his belly button and circled around two times, unreadable markings enclosing the whole thing, looking like some sort of crazy seal.
"Dude, did your parents let you get that tattoo? How old are you man?"
"I'm 16," he answered, then closed his mouth, prolongingthe already awkward silence. "And, no, technically it's a birthmark…thanks to my obstinate father," the high-schooler didn't catch that part, but continued watching the cheerful boy.
"Okay, whose shirt is on the bathro- my God Naruto! Will you stop admiring yourself!" a blue and silver-haired boy threw the Jinchuriki's neon orange shirt across the room with the other catching it without looking, Hando's necklace bumping against his chest. The Morph-user wore a loose black tank-top, cargo pants, combat boots, and a lot of jewelry. His hair stood up in crazy blue spikes, the silver section hung down on his right shoulder, held together with seven multicolored beads. He looked at Caspin with a tired glance. Naruto slipped his top back on, and then grabbed his dropped bag, heading toward the door.
"Nice meeting you," he said on his way out, raising a hand back to him. When he left, the brown-haired boy quickly pulled his shirt back on and swung his backpack over his shoulder, a smile on his face. I guess I can pass after all.
Caspin used the west exit, slipping out the door to take a short cut to make it around the building to his locker instead of shoving his way through crowded hallways. He ran across the grass and passed a couple unripe apple trees until he came up to the school football field. He jogged near the deserted bleachers, almost imagining the cheering fans as he scored a touchdown, winning a championship game for his team. Sighing in frustration, he slowed his steady pace when he heard what sounded like the crackle of fire. He climbed the metal seats, peeking through the cracks to see a pink-haired boy standing before a flaming barrel, pale scarf moving hypnotically in the breeze. A crazy grin was slapped on his face, fang-like teeth exposed. The high school student was just about to ditch when hurried footsteps sounded near him.
"You hold it right there!" Caspin froze in his place, swinging his head wildly but found no owner to the voice. The pursuing foot falls fell silent. He glanced down once again to see that an orange-haired boy had joined Natsu. Ichigo held the handle of a wooden kendo sword sheathed in his belt, a badge brandishing a designed skull carved into a thick, pentagonal-shaped material, tied firmly on his left bicep. His face looked like it was permanently stuck in a frown.
"I'm Ichigo Kurosaki of the RetributionSquad. You're breaking a school-wide rule of immolation of public property, you're coming with me!"
"Wait, you got it all wrong!" the Dragon Slayer stated, holding up a hand in his defense. "I brought the barrel with me!"
They stood arguing as Caspin hurtled down the steps, unfortunately missing the last three, falling face first into an aluminum bench, making a huge ringing noise as he hit.
"If someone is out there, hurry up and get to class before I give you a detention!" the seventeen year old was happy to oblige, running off and crossing the field, stopping to look back for a second. He heard something that sounded like "damn strawberry" and the soul reaper swung his fist, landing a blow to the fire wizard's face who was glad to counter. He rolled his eyes and hastefully made his way to the west wing of the building.
Locker number 666, God, now my superstition is acting up. Caspin grumbled angrily as he banged his head against the gold-tinted metal. At least I get my own full locker, could be worse. He opened it and hooked his padlock on the latch, shoving his empty bags of the top shelf. On the next two shelves below were his necessary school supplies and textbooks. The vacant bottom space was filled with a various assortment of items: books, pencils crayons, markers, drawing utensils, around ten packs of loose-leaf paper, composition notebooks, five or six sketchbooks, and a ton more miscellaneous things. He smiled to himself with pleasure. Seems I won't getting be bored this year. He heard a huge plop as something heavy hit the ground. He looked from behind his locker to see a flip-flop and straw hat wearing, black haired boy with an enormous bag at his feet.
"Dude, what do you have in there, your whole bedroom?" Caspin asked in a sarcastic tone, the gum-gum user finally paying attention to him.
"Nope," he said plainly, pulling out a chuck of food from his sack. "Its meat!" he took a huge bite, then extended his arm to see if the brunet wanted any.
"Sorry, I'm a vegetarian, but if you have a fruit that turns me invisible, then I'll take it," he sighed heavily. Luffy swallowed.
"Nah, but I'm pretty sure someone already ate it though," seriousness filled the pirate's voice and the student looked at him skeptically, grabbing his things and slamming his locker shut. As he walked further away, he yelled out a bit of advice.
"Oh, you might want to change your get-up, sandals and hats aren't allowed during school hours," all he received from Luffy was laughter.
Caspin tiredly walked into his homeroom as well as eighth period class, wanting the day to end already. He stepped in to see two guys hunched over in their chairs in the front row. One had long, blond hair held back in braid, sporting a red hoodie. The other had unnaturally white hair with a red pentagram going down the left side of his face, dressed in formal attire. The boy examined closer, seeing both wielding Sharpies, drawing pictures on their chosen desks. Edward drew a perfect circle, connecting inner lines and designs, finishing it off with unknown symbols until the transmutation formula was complete, then moved to the next one. Allen drew two rings, one larger than the last, encircling each other. Starting in the middle of the diagram, he started writing musical figures, wrinkles in his forehead creasing the upside down star above his left eye, humming a mysterious tone to himself. Neither even looked up at them.
"Well you two are my favorite people that I've met all day," he smiled, really, for the first time all day, relief running through him. The Alchemist and the Exorcist grinned as well, high-fiving each other and chatting with one another until the bell rang and they casually continued their artwork.
The Junior strolled to the farthest desk in the back left corner next to an open window. He sat down and breathed in deeply, closing his eyes and setting his shoes atop the table. Movement could be heard around him as the rest of the class filed in slowly, be he didn't care, confound with his moment of silence in the loud classroom environment.
As the late bell rang, Caspin finally opened his eyes to see his class full of people he would rather jump in the ocean than be in the same room with. Tamaki and Haruhi sat closest to the door, discussing club matters with five other boys all wearing the same blue blazer. Lelouche stood up in the front of the class, ranting on about uniting together to take down Britannia and constantly saying something about zero. Ichigo stood atop a front desk, swinging his wooden sword wildly, once in a while screaming bankai. He jumped from desk to desk, eventually landing on Allen's drawing, the fifteen year old responded by throwing a golden, flying sphere, that bit into the substitute's head, Timcampi's tail wagging playfully. Rin and Yukio sat across the aisle from him in the opposite corner. The younger brother lectured the other about keeping his extra appendixes hidden while Satan's son ignored him, methodically petting a two-tailed cat. Luffy sat an aisle right and a desk up from him, eating a variety of cuisine, including sea food, traditional Japanese, and western. Natsu sat in front of him, lighting matches and putting the flaming ends in his mouth, throwing the dead ones behind him. One by one, the small pieces of wood hit straw hat's face, but he paid no attention until one landed on his hat, eventually catching fire. He frantically put the fire out, then leaped over his workspace, tattling Natsu, and knocking both desks over, then started a fist fight. Naruto and Hando stood somewhat near the desks in front of him, showing each other random hands signs and yelling in a language that sounded like Japanese.
Edward was still peacefully doodling until two of the boys that were around Tamaki, Mori and Honey, started talking about shortcake and FullMetal jumped out of his seat, yelling about someone calling him smaller than an ant and a pair of twins (Hikaru and Karu) said that he reminded them of the host club's president. As Allen calmed down, the most attractive and professional member approached him, introducing himself as Kyoya and asked him if he was interested in enrolling in Ouran High School, the institution for the filthy rich and beautiful.
Someone broke the racket with a firm clapping of hands, all the rambunctious students returning to their seats. Caspin sunk deeper in his chair as the teacher walked into the room wearing a three piece suit accompanied by an authentic tailcoat in excellent condition and a vintage pocket watch. Spectacles sat neatly on the brim of his nose, black hair gently caressing the sides of his face, making the man either look like a private tutor or butler.
"Let me formally introduce myself, my name is Sebastian Michaelis. You may call me whatever you prefer." He stopped, smiling devilishly, his eyes taking a red-tinted color. "I hope you enjoy where you are sitting, because you will stay there for the remainder of the year.
Caspin rammed his head into the surface of his desk, a single thought sticking out in his mind: This year is going to be Hell!