Disclaimer: The Knight and Rogue series belongs to Hilari Bell. Not me.

Nonopherian Fisk was not having a good week.

It was 4 AM and he was lying on his bed with a laptop open and a few textbooks strewn about him. It was only the first week of school and he'd already procrastinated his homework for the entire evening and even now, he was googling all the answers.
Shit, what was the process of cell division again? He tried to blink the exhaustion out of his eyes and and typed it into Google, hearing the familiar whirr of his computer when it'd been running for too long.

Maybe if he put on music, it would go faster. Oh, right, he was already playing music. It was garbled in his half-asleep ears and he barely even noticed any of the words. It was some stupid alternative song that his sister, Judith, had probably downloaded onto his iPod accidentally. Florence and the whatever.

Dammit, he really just wanted to go to bed. One more question. Then I can finally go to sleep.

The question hung in his mind like a balloon caught in the branches of a tree, but eventually he ended up scribbling down the answer after looking through about three pages of web results. He was actually desperate enough to look in the second page of Google. Yeah, you really couldn't get more pathetic than this.

He closed his computer, hearing it make a satisfying sound as it closed, and rolled sideways. Fisk wasn't going to bother to clean up. He could do that in the morning.

Morning came far too quickly, seeing as it seemed that a moment after he'd gone to bed he was immediately woken up by a loud "Nonny!"

"Whatdyawant," Fisk moaned. His sister Anna was standing in the doorway, looking worriedly down at him.

"Nonny, what's all this stuff on the bed?"

He groaned loudly, suddenly painfully aware of the fact that the hard material of a textbook was cutting into his thigh. He really should have cleaned up the night before. His hair, which had grown to the nape of his neck, suddenly itched against the skin there. "Homework." He wasn't feeling up to more than one word replies.

"Nonny..." Anna sighed. "Just get ready for school."

Fisk gave an equally exasperated sigh and pulled himself up. Shit, this was going to be a long day. He groped around for clothes in his chest of drawers and eventually pulled on a sweatshirt and jeans. After getting dressed, Fisk considered just lying down and going back to sleep, but he'd never hear the end of it from Anna.

"Christ, Nonny, hurry up! Why are you such a goddamn late sleeper?" That was his second sister, undoubtedly Judith, always grumpy and usually yelling and swearing.

"Piss off, Jude."

"Language." Judith opened the door fully and switched on the light, causing Fisk to yelp from the sudden pain in his eyes. "What are you, a vampire?"

Fisk glared at his sister and shoved some most of his papers into his backpack, not really caring about the order. He'd figure it out during the day. Hell, he probably would end up doing most of his homework during the day.

He was just pulling the final things into his bag when he looked out the window and saw the bus driving by. "Shit!"

"God, will you stop fucking cursing?"

"Irony at its finest, Judith."

"Shut up." Judith then realized what he was watching. "Oh, god, Nonny, you can't be serious. Fucking walk to school, then. I'm not driving you."

"But-"

"No buts, Nonopherian. I'm not fucking driving you to school. I've got stuff to do." Fisk sighed. Living with his sisters was hard enough, and sometimes he doubted whether they actually knew anything about parenting.

He pulled on a coat and started out the door. Fisk was quickly met with unbearably cold air, and had a strong urge to just go back to bed.

The walk to school wasn't that far, but he had to cross a fairly dangerous intersection. At least that's what Anna was always saying. Fucking intersections.

He was about to set foot in it, there were no cares, after all, when someone grabbed him by the back of his sweatshirt and pulled him backwards. Fisk was, of course, slightly freaked out by this, and even more so when he realized that whoever it was had lifted him off the ground.

"Could you please put me down?"

"That's unusual politeness." Fisk found his feet on the ground again and breathed a sigh of relief for about a minute until he saw who it was that had lifted him.

The boy in question was an inch or so taller than him, and was wearing an ugly cream-colored sweater with a large purple stripe across it. His most noticeable feature was his hair, which was the same cream-color as his sweater and was a length that seemed normal for a girl, and to top that off it spiked out in ways he'd only thought possible in animation.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Michael Sevenson and I just saved you from being hit by a car." Michael smiled. Fisk had to notice that his eyes seemed to be a weird purple color. Jesus, there were so many things that were weird about this guy. "It's safe to cross now, by the way."

"Well, thanks."

"You're quite welcome." Michael started across the street and Fisk followed, but then quickly ran down another street. He didn't need any company, especially not from someone like Michael Sevenson.

By the time he'd gotten to school, advisory was over and he was close to being late for class. He almost wished that Michael hadn't pulled him out of the street and he'd been hit by whatever car. He almost doubted that that car had actually existed. Michael seemed like the type of guy who just wanted to seem nice for no reason.

School was as monotonous as ever, and Fisk spent his one free period sleeping. He'd made the brilliant decision of spending the entire period lying on a locker room bench, and ended up late for the next period.

By the end of the day, Fisk was about ready to drop dead. If he had a dime for every time he was yelled at by a teacher or missed an assignment, he'd be rich. It wasn't that he didn't like learning. In fact, Nonopherian Fisk loved to learn. He loved reading and philosophy, but honestly, did he really care about fucking cell division and math? No.

The bus was loud and crowded, and Fisk took that opportunity to turn up his classical music to full volume. There was something really nice about classical music. Words are too much effort, sometimes. Classical expresses without saying stuff, he'd said, trying to explain it to Judith.

When he arrived home after climbing the seven flights of stairs up to their apartment, Anna was waiting for him in the doorway. "Nonny, in light of recent events..."

"What?"

"We've hired you a tutor."

As if things couldn't get any worse. "In light of what? I'm smart. I just don't get great grades. Grades aren't a matter of intelligence, you know."

"Nonny, you've been getting Ds."

"So? I understand the material."

"So we hired somebody to tutor you."

She was about to say something else, when there was a loud crash. Someone had fallen on their face outside the elevator. Holy shit, that hair...okay, no. No, no, no, no. This was not happening.

Michael got up and brushed himself off. "Oh, hello! Are you the Fisks?" His eyes then turned to Fisk himself. "Oh, you again."

"Do you two know each other?"

"I stopped him from walking into the street and getting killed," Michael said cheerfully.

"Oh, well, I'll introduce you again. Nonny, this is Michael Sevenson. He's a senior at your school and gets all As."

"You're a senior?!" Fisk spat.

"Yes, and?"

Fisk groaned. Now more than ever he was regretting not spending the whole day in bed.

well

i don't really know where this is going to go but i like highschool aus way too much