Welcome to The New Wings, or Wings for short. It's my one and only dreaded high school AU story. It's designed to be experimental, short, and entertaining, aiming to be finished within 10 chapters.

Since Wings is in a high school setting, there will be a ton of blood and violence and a lot of bad f*cking language.

The primary focus of this story is on X and Y, but mostly Y. The older cast will appear as well, and feature roles/bonds that are not possible in any other story.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The New Beginning

Vaniville Crescent, 6:30 am…

Y slowly moved her hands up her leg starting from the ankle, straightening out any and all creases in the long black stocking that reached to the middle of her thigh. Once she was satisfied, she lowered that leg and raised the other one onto the stool to do the same.

She then straightened out her skirt that didn't quite reach the stockings, leaving a portion of her thighs bare. Y didn't mind, though. She knew that guys liked such things, as they made her look even more attractive. Besides, this was the provided school uniform, so she didn't really have a say in the matter. Though technically, if she wanted, she could replace the clothes with similar clothes of different color. As long as the new clothes weren't too outlandish, there shouldn't be a problem. But she wanted to stick with the uniform though.

Y slowly twirled in front of the full length mirror to check her final appearance. … This was it; her first day in high school. And she wanted to look perfect. There had to be a perfectly delicate balance of cute, gorgeous, and sexy. This was her opportunity at a brand new start at a brand new school. This day had to go perfectly.

"Are you ready?" came her mother's voice from outside the room.

"Almost," Y replied, as she finished dressing herself. She did another twirl in front of the mirror and straightened out all creases in her clothes. Now that she looked perfect, she spun on her heels and headed out of her room. "There. What do you think?" she asked her mother, who was waiting right in front of the door.

Her mother took a brief moment to fix her daughter's pink hair ribbon and then cast a look up and down.

"Looks good," she said with a smile.

"Great! I'm off, then!" Y said excitedly as she made her way downstairs.

Grace chuckled a bit and slowly made her way downstairs, just in time to see Y putting her shoes on.

"Don't forget your bag," she said as she sat down by the kitchen table.

Y immediately froze. She blinked a couple of times and realized that she currently didn't have her backpack. … Here she was, excited to head off to school… and she forgot her bag like an idiot. "… F*ck."

"Language," Grace warned amusedly. "Let's not start your brand new school year like that."

"The school day hasn't started yet," Y argued as she sprinted back upstairs. "So it doesn't count!"

Y charged into her room and fetched her backpack. She took a brief moment to look all around the room to make sure she had everything this time before sprinting back downstairs to put her shoes back on.

"There. Now you're ready," Grace said with a chuckle.

"Now I'm off!" Y declared.

"Be careful. And have fun. And be careful."

"You said that one already," Y said as she opened the front door.

"Two different meanings," Grace said simply. "And see if you can get a boyfriend this time, huh?"

Y almost slipped down the small set of stairs and cast a quick glare at her mother. She didn't retort though and instead, gave a quick wave and left, beginning the approximately 40 minute walk to school. She glanced at her watch. It was 6:40 right now, so by the time she got to the school, it'd be 7:20 am, giving her 10 minutes before classes began.

The schedule was straight forward. 8 hours of classes, and a 30 minute lunch break in between. But this being a first day, probably not a lot was going to happen… unless the teacher of a certain class was an absolute hard-ass.

30 minutes later, Y arrived at the surprisingly big school. She glanced at her watch again. Hm. It seemed that her excitement had accelerated her steps. Great, now she had 20 minutes to wander around inside and find her homeroom. The building was gigantic, so it might take a while. Though intuition told her that first years like herself would all end up on the first floor.

Y reached for the front door and momentarily paused. This was it! The brand new start! Y took a deep breath and entered the school building. Immediately, she could see dozens of students scattered and wandering around. She scanned them quickly and was sure that she didn't recognize any of them. Good. Definitely a fresh new start.

Y tugged at the straps of her backpack and eagerly headed towards her homeroom. Occasionally, a passing guy would look at her and she simply smiled brightly. A particularly cute one made eye contact and she gave him a wink. Ooh, there were lots of cute guys here! She could tell that she was going to like this place.

The homeroom wasn't hard to find, since it would be on the first floor, and labeled with her class designation, 1-6. There were apparently a total of 8 classrooms for the first year students, which was certainly a lot more than middle school.

Y entered her homeroom and cast a quick glance at the students and the seats. None of the students looked familiar, and there was an empty seat next to the windows. Perfect! Y quickly but casually made her way towards the empty seat and sat down, and immediately straightened out her clothes. She glanced at the guys who looked over at her and smiled. So far so good…

Before long, the homeroom teacher entered and the classes began. He seemed like a lenient guy, and not one of those "absolute bastards" like some of the teachers were in the previous middle school. A hard-ass homeroom teacher would be a nightmare. But a lenient one would make a lot of people's lives a lot easier. … Well, it'd certainly make her life a lot easier…

The homeroom teacher was apparently going to be teaching the language class, which was certainly nice. Having a lenient language teacher meant higher grades. A hard-ass language teacher meant painful times were coming.

Y took out her scheduled timetable to look at her courses. Language classes were probably going to be easy, thanks to the lenient teacher. Of course, he could still be an absolute hard-ass underneath, so that remained to be seen.

The math classes were going to be easy. Sure, she wasn't one of those geniuses who could sleep in all the classes, finish all the tests in half the time and still end up with 99%, but she could hold her own, in a sense. She wasn't like the masses who were completely f*cked without a calculator, even in situations where a calculator doesn't do sh*t.

The gym classes were going to be as straight forward as it could be. Just do whatever the teacher wants the students to do that day. Easy. History classes were basically language classes. Read this, write that, repeat. Art classes… who gives a f*ck.

The science classes weren't going to be too difficult. Physics is just math. Chemistry was just known as "bullsh*tting". All Y had to do was take a simple result like "mixing compound A with compound B resulted in compound C", and that statement just had to take up about 15 pages of text. Biology and earth science were just blind memorizing. Memorize this, memorize that. It was just a boring, tragic waste of memory.

All in all, this school year wasn't going to be too rough. As long as the teachers and other students cooperated, Y was certain that she'd experience the most enjoyable school year of her entire life.

…

Four boring and dull hours later, it was time for lunch break. Y followed the other kids to the cafeteria where she'd have a choice whether she buys something to eat, or eat whatever she packed from home. There was another option to go outside and eat at one of the restaurants nearby, but given how the lunch break was only 30 minutes, that option was probably left for the senior years who had more control over their timetables thus could arrange a 90 minute lunch break.

Y's mother didn't pack a lunch today, as Y wanted to see what the cafeteria food was like. The line was pretty big, but moved quickly. Y picked up a horribly simple burger that cost 400 P and a gigantic cookie that also cost 400 P. The burger wasn't really bad… or good, and the cookie was just a giant chocolate chip cookie so… pretty straight forward. Y made a mental note to buy the only other item that seemed like it was worth a damn in the cafeteria. And if that failed too, she'd either just skip lunch entirely, or pack one from home.

The other students in the cafeteria were all sitting in small groups of friends, chatting amongst themselves. The "loners" had already finished eating and left, so Y wasn't going to be able to stay in the cafeteria for long to chat with anyone. Maybe as time passed and she made a lot of new friends, sure. But for today, Y would just finish up and head on back to the classroom. She'd start by making friends with those in the classroom, and then expand her network.

She made a brief visit to her assigned locker to prepare for the next class and returned to the homeroom. There were a handful of other students in the room at the moment, as lunch time hadn't ended yet. Y took her seat and some of the kids there approached to sit next to her. She recognized them as the ones who were sitting the closest to her during the classes.

"Hey, Y, right?" one of the guys said as he sat down. "Did you try the food in the cafeteria? How was it?"

Y shrugged. "Not amazing, but decent." She chuckled a bit. "The burger kind of needs work, though. Maybe actually add stuff on it so it's not just bun and one piece of meat."

"The cafeteria in my middle school had a lot of good stuff," the classmate said with a sigh. "That's the one thing about that school I'll miss."

"Which school was that?" Y asked. "My middle school had horrible food."

"It's the one in Sinnoh Avenue," the classmate said. "What middle school are you from?"

Y coughed. "Um… you know where Kalos Street is? I came from the middle school there. Creatively called Kalos Street Middle School."

"Oh, I have a friend who went there," said another classmate. "And he told me a lot of weird stories. There was one about a crazy girl who…" He trailed off as he stared at Y intently. He suddenly gasped. "W – Wait! …. Long blonde hair… pink ribbon… Kalos Middle School! … Your name… I – It's you! Y from Vaniville!"

Y's eyes opened wide in surprise for a bit and she quickly took a look around. A lot more students had filed into the room, and pretty much every other student had either brown or black hair or somewhere in between. She was the only one blonde, making her stand out. And come to think of it, she didn't see a lot of blonde girls in the cafeteria either. There were a few, but none with long hair. So her unique hairstyle would've definitely caught attention, and…

She blinked and noticed that all the other students were looking at her, having heard the last exclamation.

"You… know me?" Y asked, realizing that the situation was about to get real bad for her.

"You're the legendary crazy idiot whose fists go ahead of her brains!"

The nearby students gasped while Y's eyes twitched. "… The f*ck you just call me?"

"Oh wow, it is her!" one of the nearby students whispered. "I heard stories about her during lunch!"

"I heard she once kicked someone so hard, they rolled up the stairs!" another one added.

"Ah, she's so scary!" a girl said as well.

Y glanced at the other students in panic. No… her fresh new start… was it going to crumble away already? … Not like this!

She looked over at the student who initiated conversation with her, and to her horror, she could see him inching away while avoiding eye contact, clearly trying to not get noticed by her. … Potential friends were already avoiding her and afraid of her? But… it was the first school day! And only half of that had passed!

Y groaned and put a hand over her face. '… How did this happen already…' Sure, she knew that a lot of the kids who attended her middle school would end up here. But the vast majority of the kids in this high school were NOT from the same middle school. Surely one of those numerous middle schools would've had better stories?! But unfortunately for her, it seemed that her legendary reputation had surpassed her hopes and expectations. People knew about her before actually getting to know her. … And that was not good for anyone.

She briefly contemplated on her options. She could tell the other students that she just wanted a fresh new start, and that she was different now… a little. But her reputation seemed to have already spread amongst all the first year kids, and there were a lot of them. She would never be able to actually explain and convince them all, and would likely have to endure their fearful stares and mutters anyways. … In that case, the path of least effort was obviously going to be…

Y slowly rose to her feet, making everyone around her flinch and step away. She reached up towards her hair and untied the pink ribbon tying her hair into a ponytail. She straightened out the ribbon and then tied it around her right leg, at the tip of the stocking like she used to in middle school. She took out a black hair band from her bag and used it to tie her hair into a ponytail.

The scared whispers grew louder as the familiar legend returned. Y glared at the student who identified her, who had realized his predicament and was slowly backing away. Y walked around the table and put a hand on his shoulder, making him shriek in terror.

"… Do you know what you've done?" she asked quietly but menacingly.

"N – No?" the student answered, almost in a whimper.

"… You just ruined my attempt at a fresh new start in record time. And that is not good for me. … Or anyone." Her grip on his shoulder tightened as a forced smile formed on her lips. "… And especially not you. Now, fortunately for you, class is going to resume in a couple of minutes, which really isn't a lot of time. So I'll see you once classes end, and we'll have a nice, long chat."

And so begins Y's first year in high school… and living with her legendary reputation, that'll only grow as time passes.

I really hope this chapter was amusing and interesting enough!