Fan Club

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Summary: Welcome to Fairy Academy, where everyone is back for a new year of learning and—PFFT! Yeah, right! What's high school without stalkers, fights, rivalries, crushes, lust, violence, and good old-fashioned teen drama? Read to find out! AU / Follows Japanese School Year

Chapter 1

What was the point of the break between the end of the school year and the beginning of the new one? School ended in March and started up again in April. What the hell had happened to the break?

One day, you left school filled with hopes and dreams for the vacation of a lifetime and then BAM! It was gone! In a matter of blinks, it was over. Then you'd be staring at April, stunned and wondering what exactly it was you'd done over the break that made you feel so unfulfilled.

That was the thought process of nearly every student arriving at Fairy Academy early that morning. Or, at least, a variation of it.

Students gathered around the notice board in the front of the school, checking to see what homeroom class they'd landed in. Cherry blossom trees in full bloom surrounded the students, enshrouding everyone in a cloud of pink. It seemed to set the atmosphere as a happy time, a hopeful time, a—

"Lucy, calm down!" exclaimed Erza, watching at how the blonde teen paced back and forth. "I'm sure everything's fine."

"But we haven't heard from Natsu since school let out last term! What if something happened to him?" Lucy wailed.

Gray arrived just in time to hear that. Flamebrain was missing? He felt his heart beat strangely. What was with these strange heart palpitations he had around the pink haired idiot lately?

"Guys!" Levy shouted as she jogged over to them, breathing as if she'd run a marathon. "I just saw Natsu. He's fine."

Gray felt his heartbeat return to normal. So the flamebrain was okay. But it wasn't like he cared or anything. He just couldn't stand the thought of having to find a new rival if the flamebrain was—in fact—missing; it'd be too much trouble. That was it!

"Hey, guys," Natsu announced unsurely as he made his way over to his friends. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry I didn't keep in touch."

"Where the hell have you been?" pressed Erza. So much for her being sure that everything was fine. "We've been worried sick!"

"Sorry," repeated Natsu. "I was asked to help out with the new underclassmen we're getting this year. You know, the ones entering high school? The teachers want them to ease in as soon as possible by doing club activities, so I had to give the rundown of all the athletic clubs. Sorry I didn't keep in touch. I was busy."

"Why the hell did they pick you for that?" asked Gray, eyebrow raised.

Natsu bristled. "I'm good at sports, all right!" he quipped back.

"Says who—"

"I'm just glad you're okay!" interrupted Lucy as she threw herself at Natsu and hugged him tightly.

"Jeez, Lucy. Loosen the grip a little," Natsu stated, chuckling.

"Hiya, lover!"

Natsu suddenly paled. He shoved Lucy away from him as he spun around. His jaw nearly dropped to the ground when he saw his worst nightmare standing before him. "What the hell are you doing here?" he screamed.

A guy with short, spiky blonde hair stood there, a lustful expression on his face. "I couldn't just let my lover leave me," he said as he ran forward and yanked Natsu into a hug. "Isn't that right, lover?"

Gray felt himself twitch involuntarily.

"Get off me!" Natsu shrieked, desperately trying to remove himself from his vice-grip.

"Leave him alone, Sting," announced a new male voice. The others turned to see another person they'd never seen before. He had black hair tied back at the nape of his neck with bangs hanging over one eye, and he appeared quite irritated.

The one hugging Natsu let go. He crossed his arms and huffed as he averted his eyes. "Fine," he ground out.

Natsu glared heatedly at his attacker. "What are you doing here?"

"Um, Natsu? Do you know these people?" Lucy asked hesitantly.

"Yeah. We met over the break," said Natsu with a frown. "All the upperclassmen from the different high schools got together to work with the underclassmen. It was like a semin…seminole…no, seminair…er, semin—"

"Seminar," Gray cut in, agitated.

"That's the word! Seminar! It was like a seminar thing. We met there."

"Please forgive my…friend," started the second male, shooting Natsu's attacker a stern glare. "I'm Rogue, by the way."

"And you are?" inquired Lucy, indicating the one who'd hugged her friend.

"He's crazy ass bitch," Natsu mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Call me Sting," announced the attacker. "But you can call me whatever you want, lover," he said, advancing toward Natsu with a predatory gaze.

Stifling a groan, Natsu pinched the bridge of his nose. He was really going to have to ask his question a third time. "What are you doing here?" he demanded once more.

"We transferred," Sting stated simply as Rogue averted his eyes.

"Why?!"

"Because I couldn't let my lover leave me behind," he sighed in exasperation.

Natsu slapped himself in the face. What did he have to do? Get a fucking restraining order? Well, come to think of it, that might not be such a bad idea.

Gray stared icily at this Sting person. He didn't like him. He made him…feel funny. It was like he loathed his presence more than anything else in the world. Why? Why did he make him feel that way?

And why did he keep putting his grubby, little hands on the flamebrain?!

"Look, lover!" Sting exclaimed as he pointed to the notice board. "We're in the same class!"

"No!" Natsu gasped quietly as his eyes glued to where Sting pointed. 3-A. They were in the same class! But wait! So were the rest of his friends. And Rogue. He wouldn't be left alone with him!

"Now we get to spend the whole year together, lover!"

Natsu bit down on his lip to stop himself from crying out. This was going to be one hell of a year.

"Good morning, class. I'm Wakaba-sensei and I'll be your homeroom teacher," started a man with thinning hair. "Welcome to 3-A. Since this is your final year of high school, expect it to be hell. You'll have more homework than you'll have time for, and everything is just a pain in the ass, in my honest opinion. I'm glad I'm not in your position, so good luck."

Natsu stared incredulously at Wakaba-sensei as the class grew silent. Was this guy serious? He was a teacher for crying out loud! But he did kind of look like some strange, homeless person who'd been taken in off the streets. And he didn't really seem like he gave a shit either.

"I think I'm forgetting something," added Wakaba-sensei as he tapped his chin in thought.

"The morning assembly?" voiced Rogue as he rose from his seat. "We should probably get going."

"You're right," replied Wakaba-sensei. And that was all he did.

"Uh, should we line up then?" asked Lucy.

"That's a good idea."

Erza clenched her fists in irritation. Why was she stuck with such an imbecile for a teacher? He wasn't taking charge of anything! Well, this would stop today. "Line up and get to the assembly!" she snapped at her classmates, losing her patience.

Students clambered from their seats as they rushed to get in line, heading out into the hallway, and over to the assembly. They weren't about to face the wrath of Erza so early in the morning on the first day of school.

Gray huffed, rolling his eyes as he followed his frightened peers.

"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, popsicle?" Natsu taunted as they headed out of the classroom.

Before Gray could make a snarky reply, Sting swooped in and grabbed Natsu's arm. "I'll let you wake up on my side of the bed," he said with a wink.

"What the hell? Leave me alone!"

Gray felt his anger eat away at his patience. What the hell was this guy's problem? Couldn't he see that he and the flamebrain were in the middle of something? "Whatever," he mumbled. It wasn't like he cared or anything.

"Greetings, Fairy Academy! I'm your principal, Makarov-sensei! But feel free to call me Master! Or Makarov! Or just plain old Grandpa!" exclaimed the principal as he launched his warm welcome. He seemed very chipper and optimistic about the new school year.

"What the heck is this guy on?" Natsu muttered under his breath. "How can anyone be this excited about school?"

"I just hope he doesn't start rambling for hours on end like he did last year," said Lucy from behind him. "We missed nearly half our classes that day."

"Not to mention the other teachers snuck out," added Erza. "I'll need to keep my eye on them this time."

"I don't care what anyone says. I'd rather be in class than listen to this old geezer all day," said Gajeel as he groaned.

Makarov-sensei suddenly burst into laughter. "I'm going to make this short. Apparently, I went too long last year and cut into your class time. Forgive me."

"You think?" Natsu sighed. Couldn't they get this over with already?

"Anyway, I hope everyone aspires to the challenges that they will face this year. Life is filled with unexpected experiences. Take advantage of the fact you are young, and live out your high school years with no regrets. Dismissed!"

Gray rose with his class as they headed back to homeroom. No regrets, huh? Did he regret anything in the years he'd been in high school? Sure, he hadn't socialized much, had never joined a club, and had never participated in any of the school events, but would he regret that later on?

Something tugged at his mind as he thought this over. This was his last year of high school. After this, everyone would go their separate ways. And what had he done to make his life here worthwhile?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Perhaps he should change that.

When they returned to homeroom, Wakaba-sensei slammed his hands on his desk. Papers fluttered to the floor as his eyes widened. "I remember!"

Everyone paused, unsure if their teacher was having some sort of mental breakdown.

"Remember what?" Lucy inquired cautiously, a hesitant smile on her face.

"We have two new transfer students who have started here today! They're in this class! We should have them introduce themselves!" exclaimed Wakaba-sensei.

Gray's head snapped up. That was right. Those two from this morning; the one who kept hanging all over the flamebrain and the other one. Perhaps he could gain a little more information on them.

"My name is Rogue Cheney," announced one of the newcomers as he rose from his seat. "I just transferred here from Sabertooth Academy, and I hope to get along well with everyone."

"And I'm Sting Eucliffe. I'm also from Sabertooth Academy, and I hope we get along just fine. But for all you girls out there—maybe even a few boys—lay off Natsu! He's mine!" he growled as he narrowed his eyes at any potential rivals.

"Well, thank you for that. The both of you may be seated," said Wakaba-sensei. "And it seems that our little Natsu is quite the ladies' man…or would that be mens' man?"

A thud sounded somewhere in the classroom. Everyone turned, only to spot Natsu slamming his head on his desk repeatedly.

Gray narrowed his eyes at Sting. He felt threatened by him for some reason. And he didn't like the attention he gave to the flamebrain.

"Oh, and another thing," continued Wakaba-sensei. "Gray? Rogue? Since you two are special circumstance students, you'll be allowed to do your core studies in the library since the rest of your classmates are morons."

"Hey! You can't say that! You're a teacher! And we aren't morons!" Natsu snapped.

"Really?" questioned Wakaba-sensei as he crossed his arms. "Why is the sky blue?"

Startled by the question, Natsu scrambled for an answer. "Because it's…because water is blue?"

"Wrong. Would anyone else like to try?"

"Solar radiation sunlight is scattered across the atmosphere by a process called diffused sky radiation. The sky is blue because much more short-wave radiation—or blue light—is scattered across the sky than long-wave radiation—or red light," stated Gray matter-of-factly.

"What are you, a computer?" Natsu snapped.

"It's common knowledge, flamebrain."

"Maybe for a robot!"

"I demand to be asked a question!" Sting exclaimed, raising his hand. "No one calls my lover a moron!"

Wakaba-sensei sighed in exasperation. "Final question. I'll even make it easy. Why do we put salt on sidewalks when it snows?"

"Uh," started Sting, "so…it doesn't taste funny?"

"I take back what I said about you being morons. You people are all imbeciles!" roared Wakaba-sensei. "Why would you even think that?!"

"Adding salt to snow or ice increases the number of molecules on the ground surface and makes it harder for the water to freeze. Salt can even lower freezing temperatures on sidewalks to 15 degrees from 32 degrees," cut in Rogue.

"Correct. There is hope for the future of mankind after all," sighed Wakaba-sensei. "As I said before, special circumstance students. You two will have homeroom here, your core classes in the library, and you will go to a classroom for your electives. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Wakaba-sensei," said Gray and Rogue.

Gray glanced over at Rogue. Did that mean he was nearly as smart as him? That was unusual. Perhaps he'd find out more later on.

"And Rogue? The principal requested your presence, so on the next break, go to his office."

Rogue nodded. He glanced over at Gray. So that was the infamous Gray Fullbuster that Natsu had spoken so often about. Smiling inwardly, he began looking forward to spending some time with him. Things were going to get interesting.

Natsu was exhausted. And it was only the start of lunch. He kept getting dreamy-eyed stares from many of the girls—guys, too. And it was all because Sting had made some sort of claim on him during his introduction that morning. It was like girls suddenly realized he was a guy, a guy that was available…and being pursued.

Even some of Gray's fangirls had shifted their target from the icy bastard to him! And that terrified him!

"Is everything all right, Natsu?" asked Lucy, noticing the drained expression on her friend's face.

"I think so," he replied slowly. Natsu watched as all of his friends gathered in the hallway. It was going to be great having lunch together.

"Hey, a little Lucy told me you suddenly became hot because the girls are after you now," jeered Loke, making Natsu blush crimson.

"I did not say that!" Lucy immediately protested.

"Lover!"

"Oh, shit!" Natsu freaked and tried hiding behind his friends, yet to no avail. They moved away from him. Damn friends.

"I've been looking everywhere for you! Why'd you run away so fast? I couldn't catch up. Oh, well. At least I'm here now," said Sting, sidling up to Natsu, who looked appalled. When his hand met Natsu's ass, he flipped out.

"Stop touching me, you perverted freak of nature!" he screeched as he jumped out of his reach. "I don't like you like that! Didn't I make that clear before?"

"Aw, but I know you didn't mean it," he said with a smile. "We're going to be together forever."

"Like hell we are!" Natsu exclaimed, looking as if he'd just swallowed lemon juice. What could he do to get him to stop it with these stupid advances? Well, if words didn't cut it, actions would, right?

In a moment of desperation, Natsu grabbed the closest person next to him, which just so happened to be Loke. The teen blanched when he felt Natsu pull him into his arms, his lips coming in contact with his own.

Natsu peeked out of the corner of his eye to look at Sting while he kissed Loke. Sting had a blank expression on his face. Not the reaction Natsu had been hoping for. So he deepened the kiss. Now Sting was starting to get a nosebleed. That was definitely not the reaction he'd been hoping for!

"I can work with a threesome," said Sting as if it wasn't a problem. He sounded a bit too eager.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Natsu snapped, breaking the kiss.

"What? I'm open to experimentation. And if you want to have a threesome, we'll have a threesome," said Sting.

"Threesome?! I don't even want a twosome!"

"Stop sexually harassing students," announced Rogue as he pulled Sting away from Natsu.

"I'm not—what's that thingy on your arm?" Sting asked, pointing to the yellow armband he wore.

"Makarov-sensei put me on the Student Council. I'm the new Vice President," he answered glumly.

"But you're a transfer student."

Rogue shrugged. "Due to my grades and the lack of leadership on the council, he thought it best for someone of my standing to…take charge. I haven't met the other members yet. But Makarov-sensei did seem a bit panicked. So I agreed. It also means I can keep you in check."

"Huh? But I didn't even do anything yet!" shouted Sting when Rogue began dragging him away.

"It's detention for you."

"What? Why?"

"You sexually harassed a student."

"Then why aren't you taking Natsu?"

"As I recall, you touched Natsu inappropriately," stated Rogue.

"But he kissed that weird freak with the sunglasses! Who even wears sunglasses inside?"

"Did he? I must have missed that one," he said as he continued dragging Sting away.

Once they were gone, Loke looked at Natsu. "Why'd you kiss me?" he inquired, still feeling stunned.

Natsu blushed furiously as he brought his attention back to him. "Sorry! I was trying to get him to leave me alone! I thought that maybe if I showed an interest in someone else that he'd back off! But it's only made him more determined!" he yelled as he yanked on his hair.

"Well, let's just go to lunch," Lucy said, trying to calm her unstable friend.

"Yeah. Maybe that's a good idea," Natsu replied calmly. It was slightly unnerving.

Gray watched as the others led Natsu down the hallway and toward the cafeteria. He'd arrived just in time to see Natsu kissing Loke then Rogue dragging Sting away. And then the flamebrain had acted as if the kiss was meaningless. But was it?

Why did that concern him? Why did he feel anxious? Gray desperately tried to shake away all of these strange feelings. The flamebrain couldn't possibly like Loke. He was just using him to deter Sting.

Sting. The name made him cringe. But why? He really needed to figure that out.

"What are you doing?"

Sting slammed his cell phone down on the school bench, his heart slamming into his chest from hearing Rogue's voice suddenly behind him. What was he? A ninja? An alien? No human could tread that softly.

"Nothing," Sting answered quickly as he stood from the bench. "I'm going head to class now."

As Sting made himself scarce, Rogue sat down on the bench and picked up his friend's phone. He stared curiously at the webpage Sting had left open. Just what was he up to? Apparently, he was going to have to keep a closer eye on his friend. But then again, a night in jail might do him some good.

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