Elsword: Rune Slayer
Aisha: Elemental Master
Rena: Wind Sneaker
Raven: Blade Master
Eve: Code - Battle Seraph
Chung: Iron Paladin
Ara: Sakra Devanam
Add: Lunatic Psyker
RS x EM foreber *^*
Chapter 1
He absolutely loathed her. This girl. With crazy-colored hair. That was an annoying purple.
All he did was dryly comment on how if she looked down her shirt, the most she'd see were the vast great plains of Africa.
Right, she was flat. And he told her, just in case she missed it or anything. Because the way she acted made it seem like she did.
"Who do you think you are?" A random girl with purple hair and eyes of the same but darker color entered the room and snapped at him. "Feet off of the desk! And what are you reading, a porn magazine?!"
"Even if I was, you sure as hell wouldn't be featured in it. Look down a bit, and what'd be on your chest? Nothing."
Maybe he had said something afterwards that was inappropriate and made her turn bright red. But a certain brunette teacher had decided to walk in just at that sweet moment in which he wanted to savor and said, "ELSWORD! DETENTION! AND SCRUB ALL THE HALLWAYS AFTER SCHOOL!"
Grape-headed, flat-chested, unattractive know-it-all school president Aisha Greimyst gave him a smirk afterwards before flippantly turning around and tossing a strand of hair behind her shoulder.
Oh, how he absolutely loathed her. With a burning passion.
But apparently not everyone thought so of the petite, talented, and quite cute girl in Velder High. Most of the guys there, in fact, were her fans, and just chased her everywhere she went. She had taken up the habit of sneaking up to the roof and eating there in silent solitude and just enjoying the weather up there to escape their desperate clutches. Any boy out there that was not pulled to her like a magnet was either on the same end of the north pole as she was (basically just not attracted because opposites attract) or already had a girlfriend/crush. And she was glad for those kinds of heavenly boys on earth, for she could actually talk to them properly without them going full-out adoration and "WILL YOU DATE ME" on her.
But that was not always so, because she used to be the most unpopular nerd there was at this school. That was, until she decided to accept a stupid dare made by one of her friends and came to school in the cutest clothes and style of hair there was. THEN did all the males start swooning over her cute figure, even when she had returned to her old hairstyle of having her bangs cover one eye.
And so Aisha sat there at the rooftop, thinking all of these things while slowly eating her bento away. She was looking up at the endlessly blue sky and wondering about sentimental statements when she heard the door to her secret place slam open with a string of curses.
"Why in the hell didn't they warn me about freaking fangirls that would run me all over to the ground?!" The irritating redheaded brat she had met earlier closed the door behind him, his eyes still peeled to the ground, muttering more things about his misfortune in landing at this school. He didn't seem to realize that he wasn't alone until Aisha set her bento on the ground and dusted her school uniform's skirt off and cleared her throat.
"Why hello there, Elsword Sieghart! Are you enjoying your first day of school?"
He glared at her with ruby red eyes. "Fuck no. I never liked it. Not only that but firstly off in the morning I'm told off by a grape-headed flat chick who just thinks she knows everything in this world!" he scoffed. "Then I just try to get a decent meal at this goddamned school and instead every girl comes flocking to me and asks me things like, 'Will you marry me?' and 'Can I touch your chest?' What in the actual fuck!"
"Your mouth needs some soap," she murmured, laughing lightly inside though. His situation was much like hers, and if her eyes bothered to actually focus, she would see that he wouldn't be that bad-looking at all.
"And your chest needs some enhancement cream or something," he growled, leaning against the wall adjacent from her position.
"What is with you and flat-chested girls?" Her amethyst eyes sparked with bright annoyance. "Seriously! I'd bet that your d-d-di-" Her face slowly darkened into a crimson haze as she attempted to pronounce the word but her innocent conscience just wouldn't allow it.
He grinned smugly at her. "My what? My dog? Sorry, I don't have a dog. I have a hamster though."
"Elsword Sieghart...!" Her blush faded away in that instant and she summoned her staff in almost-uncontrolled rage. "Come here...!"
Elsword blinked once, then twice. Then he realized the situation he was in. A Rune Slayer, albeit quite a strong one, was probably currently not up to face a master of elements who was most likely contemplating how to kill him right now. Her thoughts right now would be, "Should I shock him with more volts than his body could hold?" or "Should I freeze his hands and feet first before stabbing his eyes out?"
Last resort. How he hated the situations he wound up in.
Elsword inched his way over to the side of the rooftop and leaned out a bit before shouting in his loudest voice. "GIRLS! I'M GOING TO BE RAPED BY THE SCHOOL PRESIDENT AISHA GREIMYST! HELP ME!~"
Now it was Aisha's turn to realize what kind of situation she was going to have to put up with. Especially since she was the president. All those complaints that were going to be filed in, the rumors that were going to stain the airs of the hallways wherever she walked, and maybe even the overthrowing of her clutches on this school... "You're completely suicidal," she said. "Your FANGIRLS are going to sexually harass you. And I'll just leave and pretend I never saw anything that was against the school rules, because I'm lenient like that." But tomorrow would be hell. Or maybe just after the bell rang, which would signal the end of lunch.
But the redheaded boy just smirked. Just smirked, the corner of his mouth kinking upwards in a really irksome way. She wanted to wipe it off of his face before she left, but-
The doors burst wide open as seventy-five percent of the school's female attendants poured onto the school rooftop. "AISHA GREIMYST!"
"Oh my lord, oh my lord, oh my lord," she said beneath her breath before casting a quick sign of luck over her chest. Good luck on the rest of her school year, that was. Then she teleported away, still brimming with unspoken rage (and slight fear because of the girls) at her encounter with sassy little Elsword Sieghart.
She'd show him. Show him who was boss of this school, and who was going to listen to who. Maybe he'd even be her slave and do things for her, when she was too tired to uphold her responsibilities. And if he ever said anything about such obscenities, no one would believe him, because SHE was the school president and not HIM-
"Hello? Ms. Greimyst?" A small voice asked from behind her back. "Uh-uhm..."
The boy was the size of his voice. In fact...could he actually be shorter than her? She surveyed him up and down, careful in keeping her tone warm as she replied. Black mussed hair, cute little glasses propped on his nose (similar to hers, she thought), and soft black eyes. "Yep, what'd you need from me?"
"Would you please...uhm...accept this?" he asked shyly, sticking an awkward hand out that was holding an envelope. His dark bangs fell into his eyes and shadowed his expression, but she caught a glimpse of a furiously blushing face beneath. She took it curiously and stared at it.
"Your name is Alle-" Aisha looked up. "Hm?"
She took her purple-rimmed glasses off and wiped them with the sleeve of her golden-beige uniform before putting them back on. "Where'd Allegro go?" She raised an eyebrow and scanned around before spotting a distant black-clad figure. "How'd he get away so fast?" The school president glanced back down at the envelope.
To: Miss Aisha Greimyst
From: Allegro Darkrin
Opening it with caution, she skimmed through the contents (which were full of sweet compliments) before skidding to a complete stop at the bottom.
Miss Aisha, will you go out with me?
It was written with an obviously shaking hand, but she just stared at it. Even people like Allegro would just come up to her and ask her-...
Her eyes lit up with an evil gleam. Of course, of course. If this new and lazyass of a student wanted to play this game, she could too...
"Let the games begin, Sieghart!" she cried out to herself out of the blue, causing some passerby parents to give her strange glances. Certainly she would win at her own game, wouldn't she?
Or would she, eh?
Maybe the tortured cries and constant cursing from the boy above, still cornered on the rooftop, flooded by shrieking girls answered that for her.
Who knows, hm?~
"Why the hell would Stella make me do this?" he sighed, sitting in a corner, resting his chin on his knees. The janitor's mop was soaking up and drowning in the murky water in the gray steel bucket by the door. He had already been wiping the hallways for an hour, except he still had another half of all the halls in the school to go. Velder High was an extremely rich school known for it's high education in normal everyday subjects, rather than magic like Hamel Academy, which called for a huge place for the students to go to.
He hoisted himself up and, stretching, reached out to push the doors open, having come upon the simple conclusion that he should just ditch and deal with Stella's rage tomorrow. Today was turning out to be way too longer than it should've originally been. Unfortunately for him, he heard footsteps from behind, rapidly reaching where he was, and Elsword flinched. He spun around and snatched the mop up with his sexy smile, one eye closed, and blurted, "I'm doing my job!"
"Oh, hi!" she said. "And who may you be?"
In front of him, where he thought might be either that demon-of-a-teacher Stella or even Aisha, was an elf with blonde hair that contained a light tint of green tied up into a pony tail. Her bangs were slipped to the right and clipped with what seemed like a moonflower. She was wearing an airy light green dress that flowed to her thighs and had detached sleeves that were pinned with golden at the arm. Dark golden eyes looked down at him from above her chest, in which the second he spotted he looked down with a slightly red face. She had obsidian black boots on, he noted, with the same curious moonflowers on them.
His eyes accidentally wandered back up to see the bulge in the fabric covering her chest, his face reddening to the point where it felt like it was flaming. Elsword covered his nose just in case his nose couldn't hold on.
"You know..." The elf said, closing her eyes as he felt a fear-inducing aura float up from around her. One of her veins twitched. "My eyes are up HERE-" Pointing to them, "-and not THERE." She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. "Learn to make eye contact and not just stare at their breasts all day long."
"I'm sorry," he mumbled politely, suddenly afraid of her. She could probably break his legs in one swift kick.
"So! Name?" Her happy smile returned, brighter than ever.
"Elsword Sieghart," he replied, starting to get back to work on mopping the floor up. Damn, he really needed clean water on this. Just how much dirt and dust could these hallways collect on the first day of school?
"You know," she started again, but stopped and gave a light laugh when he stiffened at those words. "I'm sorry, I know I can be scary sometimes! But-wait, let me introduce myself first. My name is Rena Vemerant, vice president of the school!"
"VP, huh?" he said. "That means that you know who the president is, right?"
Rena nodded, one hand on her hip. "Of course. Aisha deserves that position more than I do, actually."
"How well do you know her?" he asked, pretending to be hard at work scrubbing some invisible stain on the shiny floors. However, a plan was already forming in his mind, and his smile crept back into his features.
"Hmm," he heard the elf as she thought. "I know her well enough, is what I can say."
"What's she scared of?" Elsword asked as casually as he could. The invisible stain was apparently still there as he continued to scrub futilely at nothing.
Rena shot him a suspicious glance but answered - which would later be her most grave mistake she had ever made in the history of her school life.
"Well... One, she hates spiders with her life. The second thing is that if her glasses were to be taken off, she wouldn't be able to see a thing. Why would you ask that?"
His smile widened into a grin.
So how did you all like that? ^_^ I really love RS x EM, it's just one of the pairings that actually make some legit sense! OAO The first chapter may be meh-y and things are not very realistic, but I imagine Elsword and all of it's fanfictions in an anime-styled life and portrait. But I promise, things like fluff and perhaps some more hilarity will pick up! :D And more characters as well. And as always,
Thank you for reading!