DRAGOON HIGH
Obviously, I based this FanFic on the 2000 Sony Playstation game, The Legend of Dragoon. This game quickly became one of the must have titles of the console, and sold very well. I believe it's on the Best-Sellers list now. It was one of the most highly requested games to have a follow-up sequel. Of course that was almost seven years ago. After two years of waiting, it became obvious that Sony Computer Entertainment America was not going to make a sequel, a shame really, seeing as to how good of a game it was. So, I've been playing the game since then. Then, last year, a friend of mine told me about and I decided to write one of my own. I had always wondered what would happen if the Dragoons had to attend high school, so that's what I decided to write my first Fic on. I've changed a few things about the characters like personalities and in a few, hair styles, eye colors, and hair color. If you have any questions to ask about this, just e-mail me at smith_. Thanks and enjoy the Fic.
Prologue:
In shadows of their room, she stared down at him as he slept silently. His muscled chest rose and fell steadily in his slumber. She smiled at him, running her fingers through his long, blond hair. She sighed, regretting that she would have to wake him.
"Dart," she asked softly. He moaned and rolled over pushing into her, making her fall off the bed. She yelped, collapsing on the hard wood floor. Groaning in anguish and pain, she limbed back into bed. She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him vigorously.
"Come on Dart, I need to ask you something. Wake up!" She finally screamed. Still, he slept on. She knew he slept like a log but this was totally ridiculous. She shook him even harder. "Dart, I really need to talk to you about something!"
He groaned, scratching his head with indifference. And everything was going so well, he thought. He turned to face her, and found himself staring at a goddess. Her chestnut brown hair flowed over her soft face; her bright purple eyes glowed like twin lighthouses in the darkness. Her body was a silhouette in the shadows. He smiled at her.
"Yes dear?" he asked sarcastically. She blushed softly at him not sure how to continue. He waited patiently for her to continue. She looked up at him timidly, trying not to meet his eyes.
"Dart I, well, I was w-wondering," she stuttered. He still simply watched her, not sure where this conversation was leading. "Oh, you're going to think this is so strange," she said quickly. He raised an eyebrow. Well, this should prove to be interesting, he thought to himself as all kinds of images flooded into his brain.
"Dart, how long do you think we'll be together?" The question caught him off guard. His smile was plastered on his face. He was incapable of thought. For a second she was afraid he had dozed off, until she saw that his bright sapphire eyes were still open. After a moment he blinked, and seemed to come back to reality.
"I'm sorry there love, I think I misunderstood the question that you inquired of me. Could you repeat that?" he said in a feigned civility. She hesitated a little before asking him again.
"How long do you think we'll be together?" This time his reaction was simple and immediate.
"WHAT KIND OF FUCKING QUESTION IS THAT?! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN 'HOW LONG ARE WE GOING TO BE TOGETHER'?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND," he yelled angrily. She flinched and began to blush even heavier. Little tears appeared in her eyes, which she quickly batted away. His anger washed away immediately. He sighed heavily, wondering just how their honeymoon went from great to horrible so quickly.
He tenderly placed a hand on her face and lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes better. At first she didn't want to look at him and avoided his gaze. He smiled at just how stubborn she could be sometimes.
"Hey, look at me," he said softly. She finally complied and looked up at him. It was at this moment that he pinched her cheek and pulled it away from her jaw. She yelped in pain and surprise.
"Daaarrtt!" Tears flooded her eyes again. He laughed and gently began to caress her now swollen cheek. He stared deeply into her eyes as she stared deeply into his.
"Listen to me and listen to me well," he said in that compelling, intense voice that first made her fall in love with him, "I have no idea why you asked that question of me nor do I really care. But I want you to know now that no matter what, we will always be together." She blinked. A single tear fell from her eye. Without breaking his stare, he whisked it away.
"Always." He finished. She smiled and laid her head on his chest. He had already begun to doze off when she called his name again.
"Dart," she asked
"Hmm," he responded tiredly. He looked down into her purple eyes.
"I love you," she smiled at him. He smiled back.
"I love you too Sha-"
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CHAPTER 1:
The New Girl
He didn't finish the dream. He never did. Somehow, through some force of nature, he could never finish it. Today that force of nature was time, more distinctly, the high pitched screeching of his much hated alarm clock.
From under a mountain of blankets and pillows, a single sapphire eye gawked at the evil little machine with a mixture of hatred and fury. The annoying flashing red digits on the clock revealed that the time was 6:45 a.m. He rose wearily from his interrupted slumber and yawned lazily. If he isn't dead already, I'm going to kill the son of a bitch who invented the alarm clock, he thought menacingly. He glanced over at the bothersome little machine, his irritation levels rising steadily to critical.
"Oh, SHUT-UP," he screamed. In one brisk motion, he removed his large Bastard sword from its scabbard behind him and brought the blade down on the clock, shattering it to pieces. He stared at the remains for a moment, smiling awkwardly to himself.
"I lose more alarm clocks that way." Shrugging, he pushed off his covers and got out of his bed.
"Oh well, fuck it." Dart reached over to his dresser, grabbed a remote, and turned on an expensive digital stereo system. Out of the speakers, Eagles of Death Metal blared out, making him sway to the music. He walked to his bathroom, yawning and stretching as he did so. With little emotion he took a long hot shower, and shampooed his hair thoroughly. Yawning some more, he strolled toward his sink. Wiping the condensed steam off the large vanity mirror, he brushed his teeth and shaved. Finally, he looked exasperatingly at the foggy reflection of his huge mass of wet, shoulder length blond hair. After a second, he opened the mirror and pulled out a comb, some hair mousse, and a large industrial sized blow dryer. He sighed again and thought about cutting his hair as he started to style his due.
Fifteen minutes later Dart stepped out of his bathroom, with a head full of large spikes. He walked towards the windows behind his bed and pulled back the shades, bright morning light burst into the room, illuminating it. His eyes slowly adjusted to the light and he smiled at the gorgeous view before him. He was surrounded by a lush forest, full of animals. Behind the forest he could see the large lake, which reflected the sun's light, causing it to shimmer with the morning rays.
He waltzed over to his closet, letting the towel that covered most of his lower body fall to the floor. At only 16 years old, Dartanious "Dart" Feld was already a six foot three inch, 167 pound male knock-out. Thin muscles covered his arms and legs. His chest jutted out almost two inches away from the rest of his body and his stomach was flat enough to eat off of. His sapphire blue eyes blazed in the early morning sunlight. He was the apple of every girl's eye, and yet somehow seemed completely oblivious to it.
Dart opened his closet and sighed. Reaching out, he pushed aside the collection of designer clothes and removed one of ten dry cleaners bags. Inside was the school uniform he hadn't worn since the beginning of summer. He dressed quickly, not wanting to simmer over the idea of classrooms and homework. After he applied some scent-less deodorant followed by some expensive cologne he received for his birthday, Dart was nearly ready for school. Wearing a pair of black creased slacks, polished black dress shoes, a white dress shirt, red blazer, and a half done red tie with the school crest embedded on it, he looked almost preppy. Almost. He put on his red plaid wristwatch (expected to be worn by all students) and grabbed his backpack. After almost 45 minutes, Dart was ready for another year at the Royal Basil Academy.
"Time for the finishing touches," he said in a barely audible whisper. He opened a hidden drawer on the headboard of his large bed and removed a square mahogany box. The box appeared to have no kind of physical opening what-so-ever. He placed his hands on top of it and began to mutter to himself almost soundlessly. Suddenly, a soft light erupted from around the edges of the heavy box; a soft click reverted through the room. Dart opened the magical box and carefully removed the contents inside before closing it again, the magical click once again echoing out.
In his hands were the two most important things in his life; one was a bright red headband, the other was a red gemstone necklace. The headband had been given to him by his mom when he was still just a boy; the necklace had been his father's. Both were now dead. He put them on with much care, as was his morning routine.
Dart walked out of his home, his backpack slung over his shoulder, sword in his right hand, a half drunken bottle of Starbuck's "Double Shot Espresso" in his left, and piece of buttered toast hanging from his mouth. As he walked, he sensed an odd presence behind him. He turned his head slightly, and then lightning fast; he dropped his bag and coffee, pulling his sword from its scabbard simultaneously. He quickly assumed a warrior's stance, his eyes dangerously slit, flickering from one side to another, but he saw nothing before him. Dart lowered his blade, puzzled. Very rarely were his battle senses wrong. Usually, when he thought he felt someone hostile near him, he was right. He stood still for a moment before deciding that it was nothing. He looked down at his feet and watched his coffee slowly mix into the soil underneath. The worms are going to be hyper today, he thought bitterly. Shrugging, Dart sheath his sword and bent down to pick up his bag.
The wind suddenly began to rise. He stood, fully erect, looking up at the sky as a series of clouds rolled slowly past. He stared silently at the formations, his anxiety rising. Somethings just not right, he thought warily. "B-rriinng! B-rriinng! Bitch I know you hear me, pick up your damn phone!" Dart blinked and quickly answered his cell phone.
"Hello," he inquired.
"Darty," someone on the other side screamed. Dart smiled brightly, knowing immediately who was calling him.
"Lav-man! What's-up, bro?" Dart's best friend, Lavitz Slambert; age 16, laughed at the other end. Since they had met almost seven years ago, the two had been inseparable. As they grew up, their bond became even stronger to the point where they had become something like brothers. Dart laughed as he walked towards his garage. He pulled out his key chain while talking to his friend.
"So, you ready for your first day back at R.B.A?" Lavitz asked. He pressed the automatic garage opener, raising the doors, allowing sun light to flood in. "Hell yeah! For some reason, I can't help but feel that it's going to be a very interesting year," he said looking back up at the clouds. "Plus, I can't wait to see every one again!" He adjusted the strap on his backpack.
"Yeah, me too. Hey, did Principal Lee call you?" Lavitz wondered. Dart stopped to think. He had been out all last night with a girl he had met over that weekend and didn't get home until sometime after midnight. He didn't check his messages on his home phone or his cell.
"I don't know. Why, he didn't want anything, did he?"
"Uh, yeah! We have a Y.H.G meeting today after school." Dart groaned.
"Oh come on! Is he crazy?! It's only the first day of school! And what about Al's party?" he complained.
"Hmm, yeah well, don't be late Mr. President or Lee and Tasman are gonna have a fit." Dart scowled, looking down at his watch. His eyes widened as he saw the time.
"Damn it, I can't believe it's that late!" On the other end, Dart could hear Lavitz checking his own watch. He almost laughed himself to tears as he heard Lavitz scream in panic.
"Shit, 7:45! Where the hell did all that time go? Shit, this is exactly why I need a car."
"Hey you want me to come pick you up?"
"Good God, no! The way you drive, I'll be better off asking my mom for a lift." Dart blushed angrily as Lavitz started to laugh.
"That shit is not funny."
"Like hell it's not! Ha ha, I'll see you at school. Hey, Ma! Can you drive me to school?" Dart burst out laughing. Always count on Lavitz for a good laugh.
"All right man, see you in a few." Dart chuckled.
"Yeah oka-" there was a pause on the other end. Then, "Man, I do not believe this shit right here. I'll see you in a little. No, Mom I seriously need a ride!" Dart started laughing again as he hung up. Shaking his head, he smiled dreamily at his baby, a red and black 1968 Ford GT Mustang that he completely restored himself. He opened the driver door, and sat inside the custom black leather and red suede interior.
"Well sweetie, let's get to school." With that, he threw his things in the back, started the car, with the Queens of the Stone Age's "Go With the Flow"blaring out of his sound system, and drove off.
A shadow peeked out from behind a nearby tree, staring silently at the receding car. It's almost time, he thought. Then the wind picked up, leaves rushing all around him. Just as suddenly as he, appeared he vanished.
*****
Everyone stopped talking as the silver-white Roles-Royce Phantom came to a stop in the Courtyard of the Royal Basil Academy. For a moment it simply sat there, then the driver stepped out and opened the rear suicide door. Those assembled in front of the Courtyard let out a collective gasp as the most radiant creature anyone had ever seen stepped out of the luxurious vehicle. Her long chestnut brown hair, which she wore in a braided ponytail, fell down her back. Her gorgeous legs flashed brilliantly in her short red plaid skirt. Under the folds of her white blouse and red tie, the lines and curves of her amazing body could be easily seen. She easily passed mostly all the other girls up on looks, but the most amazing feature had to be the girl's eyes. Large and bright purple, her eyes entrapped everyone as she looked up into the crowd.
15 year old Princess Shana Nisalis began to blush deeply as she felt the eyes of her new classmates beading down her. Even back home in Mille Seseau, she was often stared at by the citizens or nobility. She hated it. From behind, a hand softly landed on her shoulder. Shana looked up and smiled at the tall girl in the boy's uniform standing with her. Her long red hair flew wildly in the soft breeze. Her jade green eyes burned with perpetual irritation. Even though the first thought many would have at her appearance was "bulldyke", she was an undeniable beauty.
The girl's name was Miranda Stokehaven, and although she was just 16, she was Shana's most trusted body guard and best friend. She stared at the group of people that was quickly starting to become a crowd. Shana watched the tall girl, sure she knew what was about to happen. And sure enough, it did.
Suddenly, Miranda's left eye began to twitch. Her fist began to tremble as she balled them up. Shana sighed, then quickly closed her eyes and jammed both her index fingers in her ears. Not a second later, Miranda exploded at the crowd.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PIG FUCKING SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF BITCHES THINK YOU'RE STARING AT!!!" The ferocity in the girl's voice as she cursed told all those assembled that she meant business.
"IF YOU LITTLE BASTARDS DON'T GET OUT OF MY SIGHT RIGHT NOW, I WILL SHOVE MY FOOT SO FAR UP EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOUR ASSES YOU'LL BE SHITTING OUT MY SHOELACES FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS!!!" Suddenly everyone began to jump and scatter. People grabbed backpacks, conversations stopped while everyone ran frantically into the school. As suddenly as it happened, it ended. The 400 or students that had gathered in the Courtyard over a matter of hours had disappeared in seconds.
Shana cautiously opened one eye. When she saw that the Courtyard was empty, she opened her other eye and removed her fingers from her ears. She looked back up at Miranda. The girl stood calmly, fixing up her tie like she hadn't just curse out half the student body. She felt Shana's eyes on her. She sighed, already aware that there was a wise crack on its way by the mischievous glint in her friend's eye.
"So Miranda," Shana smiled brightly up at the girl, "how are those anger management classes going?" Miranda smiled down at the young Princess.
"Very well, actually. My shrink says I should be cured in about 70 or so years." The two began to laugh uproariously.
"I guess we should make our way to the office, huh?" Shana asked.
"That would seem like the best thing to do." Miranda went over to the still waiting car, as the driver was getting their backpacks from the trunk. He handed them to her silently, as she insincerely thanked him. Miranda carried both bags while Shana smiled at the driver and waved good-bye. He responded in kind before stepping back into the Phantom and driving away. The driver smiled to himself, as he rode off. Everything is almost ready, he thought. When he was far enough away, he removed his chauffeur's hat, revealing his bright platinum hair. He watched them in the rear view mirror as they walked through the large wooden doors and into the school, unaware that fate had finally caught up with them.
*****
Dart was scared. There was just no other way of saying it. He had that unusual kind of fear, the type that one only feels a few times in their life. He was "I think I'm going to piss my pants" scared. After parking his car in the student lot, Dart walked into the Courtyard at the Royal Basil Academy and stopped immediately. He blinked in a dazed confusion. Ever since the first day he came to R.B.A, the Courtyard had always been filled with students eagerly chatting away, as they waited the ringing of the entrance bell. Now however, the Courtyard was totally empty. Only a few times in the history of the school had the Courtyard ever been empty prior to the sounding of the entrance bell, but never on the social event that was the first day of school.
He walked cautiously to the doors, which seemed to have been burst down, like those who had been outside were in a rush to get in. Seeing this scared Dart even more. He turned around, scanning the area surrounding the Courtyard, unsure of what evils lurched behind the plants and flowers outside the school. Just as he was about to draw his sword (again, he thought to himself) he was hit with the odor of the most hated man in R.B.A. if not the entire country. Dart looked up to find himself face-to-belly with the Head of Security, Fruegal Ferdinand. Dart backed up in order to see all of the large man and quickly regretted it.
Fruegal was ugly. Period. His head was three times smaller than the rest of his body, which in turn was three times larger than anyone else's. He was big, dirty, and greasy. His dingy uniform clung to his over-sized belly, as he smiled down at Dart with yellowish-green teeth.
"Hello Dart," Fruegal said, sending a wave of fetid breath over to Dart. Dart didn't react to it, he had been around Fruegal too long and knew that any amount of discomfort gave the big piece of shit pleasure. He smiled up at him instead.
"Good morning Fat-ass, how was your summer?" Dart suddenly heard growling and squawking coming from his left side. His smile dropped immediately. He looked over and saw the two ugliest animals that had ever existed. Naturally, they were Fruegal's pets. One was a large brown dog named Guftas of some unknown (probably extinct) breed and the other was a big bird (no relation to the Sesame Street character) named Rodriguez. Alone, anyone of them could cause someone discomfort, together the three put fear into the hearts of students and teachers all the same. Dart stared at the two animals hatefully, while Fruegal chuckled to himself. Dart turned his attention back to the fat bastard. He noticed that the man had a pack of green slips in his hands. Internally, Dart began to curse heatedly, while outwardly he looked as cool as he ever did.
"So, where is everybody? The Courtyard hasn't been this empty since that time all the bathrooms got clogged up and you figured it would be a good idea to take a dump outside," Dart said recalling the horrible moment. It took him nearly three months to get his sense of smell back after that event. Fruegal scowled at him, showing off more of his horrendous teeth.
"Some dyke I've never seen before went ballistic on everyone. Cleared that shit out real quick. Pretty impressive actually." He handed Dart one of the green slips. "Detention form" it read. Dart stared at it for a second before handing it back to Fruegal.
"You didn't write your signature," he said nonchalantly. Fruegal scowled even harder, snatching it back from Dart. It was a well known fact that Fruegal could barely read and write. No one really had the balls to make fun of him because of it besides Dart and his friends. He waited patiently for the grotesque man to finish writing his scribbled signature. While he worked his way through it, Fruegal continued to talk about the early morning events.
"Yeah, I ain't never seen no shit like that before. Chick got outta some expensive hunk of shit an' started screamin' like a banshee. Every one of those little whelps ran in here like roaches in light. Fuckin' hilarious. There was some other girl too. Real cute. Brown hair, nice legs, and purple eyes-" Dart suddenly grabbed Fruegal by his dirty shirt and forced the man to stoop down to Dart's level. The action took him and his pets totally off guard. The animals seemed ready to charge Dart with a vengeance. He glanced over at them, sapphire eyes ablaze with intense rage, piercing into the animal's souls and they stopped immediately. He looked back at Fruegal. Dart stared hard into his beady little mud water brown eyes as Fruegal began to sweat, adding more stains to his already disgusting shirt.
Dart gazed at him coldly as he spoke, "What color did you say her eyes were?" His voice was quiet yet demanding. Fruegal gulped down saliva that had collected in his throat before he spoke again.
"P-Purple," he stuttered. Dart released him and looked down at the floor. He seemed to be thinking about something.
"No, it can't be…can it?" He spoke to himself. Fruegal looked at him, smiling malevolently. That's right, remember boy.
"Hmm, today is just getting too weird." Dart shook his head. Fruegal took this as a good time to mess with the blond haired boy. He handed him back his detention form.
"Here you go, Dartanious," Fruegal began to laugh at the boy's ridiculous first name. Dart took his detention slip, a little smile on his face.
"You ever call me that again, I'll chop your balls off and feed them to you raw." Fruegal's smile faded quickly. Dart was looking him right in his eye, and Fruegal didn't like what he saw. He means it, he thought. Dart smiled brightly at him.
"See ya later, Fat-ass," he said merrily. Purple eyes, Dart thought to himself, flashing Fruegal the finger from behind his back as he continued to walk away. The fat man frowned at the handsome boy's receding back, his hatred of him seethed out. He heard the padding of Guftas' paws and felt Rodriguez land on his shoulder. Guftas began to lick his dirty fingers. He watched Dart walk away silently. Yeah, enjoy yourself now you little blond fucker. Soon I'll be pissin' on your grave. Fruegal started to laugh as he sucked in his belly and waddled his way into his tightly confined office.
*****
Shana and Miranda stood in the office silently as the school's secretary preened around them. She smiled at them before speaking, "I truly am sorry Princess Nisalis, I have no idea where Principal Lee is." Shana smiled sheepishly at the older woman.
"Oh, it's no trouble really. I'm sure Principal Lee has a lot of work to do. He must be very busy right now. I can completely… understand?" Shana stared at the woman, whose eyes became sharp with rage. Her voice grew deeply agitated, as she glared up at Shana from behind her desk. The young girl took a step back, as the secretary jumped up from her seat. Miranda instantly assumed her bodyguard stance, moving in front of the Princess, her body tensed to counter an attack by the obviously deranged secretary.
"Now see here, no amount of 'work' should prevent Principal Lee from seeing to his students. I don't care how 'busy' he is!" Suddenly, she began to rant on about how a principal should be where someone he can be found instead of "dilly-dallying about the school like a tourist." The two girls stared at her as she continued, both wondering if she had completely gone off her rocker. Suddenly, the door to the office opened and in walked a small, yet stocky, middle aged man. His deep bronze skin glistened in the bright lights of the office. His well trimmed beard took years away from his pleasant, albeit slightly wrinkled face. His dark amber eyes were barely evident due to how puffy and tight his eyelids were. Shana couldn't understand how he could possibly see through them. He wore a cream colored suit with a light magenta dress shirt and a matching tie with what looked like a thunderbolt going through it. He sighed as he closed the door behind him.
"Whew! You just gotta love the first day of school. Any calls Martel?"
The secretary named Martel stared at him for a moment before sitting back down at her desk.
"No, Principal Lee, but you do have visitors." She pointed over to the girls cowering over in the corner. He seemed to notice Shana and Miranda for the first time. He smiled brightly at them.
"Hello," he said pleasantly. Shana smiled back at him, while Miranda stared suspiciously at the secretary.
"Hi," she said. He walked up to Shana, grabbed her hand and began to shake it vigorously. If possible, his smile grew larger as he began to talk.
"It is a true pleasure to meet you young ladies. Who are you?" It was silent in the office. Shana and Martel's jaws were almost to the floor as they stared at Principal Lee. Miranda chuckled softly to herself, the only one who seemed to find humor in the situation.
"Good Soa, Principal Lee," the secretary's eyes glowed irritably, "this is Princess Shana Nisalis of-"
"Mille Seseau," he finished for her, "I know Martel, I just wanted to see what you would do if I said that." He continued to smile; he seemed to be a bit amused at the woman's annoyance with him. He looked over at Miranda, who had just stopped laughing.
"Which means you must be Miranda Stokehaven of the Sacred Sisters." She nodded at the man to whom she took an immediate liking to him and his treatment of the lunatic secretary. He smiled and shook her hand as well.
"I'm Haschel Xiang Lee, the Principal here at the Royal Basil Academy. I believe we have some things that we need to discuss, so let's precede to my office. Martel, hold my calls." He opened his door and allowed the girls to enter first.
*****
Dart walked quickly towards his locker, Senses Fail blaring out the earphones of his red Zune. His blond spikes bounced as he bobbed his head back and forth, mouthing along with words to one of their songs. As he walked, he became distinctly aware of the girls staring at him lustily. He ignored them. By now he was completely used to being stared at; he had received them for different reasons when he was a boy. His stroll became more casual as he turned the corner that lead to the locker he had since his first year. He stopped and smiled at the familiar faces standing by, turning down the volume on his Zune so he could hear what they were arguing about this time.
"Look, Weezer ain't shit!" one boy said. He was tall, at least 7 foot 8, with deep brown skin, honey brown eyes, muscles, and a Mohawk so huge he could have easily made even the hardcorest 80's punk rocker blush. He was talking to a boy with long chestnut brown hair, light blue eyes, and pale skin, a sign of his days as a career book worm. The other boy scoffed.
"Oh, come on! How can you think Weezer sucks? They're a great band!" He said exasperatingly. The first boy laughed.
"Please, the only people who listen to Weezer are freaks, geeks, and nerds, no offense Albert." He raised his hands defensively as the boy named Albert glared up at him.
"Yeah, well Lenny Kravitz sucks monkey ass!"
"Hey, don't you dog out Lenny! He'd kick the shit out of all them band geek sons of bitches you talking about all by himself! And watch that 'monkey ass' shit. Just because Lenny is black, you ain't got any right to call him a monkey." Albert laughed.
"First off, I said he 'sucks monkey ass', I did not call him amonkey. And besides, he is half Jewish too, Kongol." The tall boy gasped loudly.
"Hey now, watch that shit."
"But he is," Albert said with disdain. Kongol shook his head.
"In black society, if you're one percent black, you still black. Ergo, Lenny Kravitz is black. Hell, just look at that complexion. You don't see no Jewish in that! That is pure Negro." Albert folded his arms across his chest.
"That is the biggest load of horseshit I have ever heard." Dart shook his head as he walked over.
"You guys are sick," he chuckled. The two boys turned towards him and smiled. He grinned back at them.
"Hey Dart, what's up?" Kongol asked. A Gigantos, Kongol Barbarous came from a tough childhood. After his people had been just about wiped out due to warfare, Kongol had been just about been enslaved for a good part of his life. After he had been liberated and had been given residence in Basil. Dart shrugged, took off his Zune and stashed it in his pocket. Albert patted him on the shoulder.
"Hello Dart," he smiled brightly.
"Hey Albert. You are still having that party tonight, right?" The boy looked at Dart, his eyes bright with mischief.
"Of course." The three laughed. Every year, Albert threw an awesome, "Last Day of Freedom" party. Beginning from just after the first day of school until the wee hours of the following morning, it was probably the most important party of the year. Not showing up was the easiest way to fall to the bottom of the social food chain. After all, Albert was the next king of Basil.
His full name was Alberto Antonio Vasquez IX, Prince of the Royal Duchy of Basil, Duke of the Kingdom of Tiberoa, Chief of the Basilian Knighthood, and the rightful Heir to the Unified Serdian Crown, but he simply preferred Albert Vasquez. Unlike many Princes, he was not egotistical or arrogant. In fact he was extremely down to earth and caring. He didn't allow his titles to get to his head. As far as he was concerned he was just an ordinary teenager who happened to have his own country. He was already being heralded as one of the most beloved kings of Serdio.
"Dart," someone screamed out. He turned to face his best friend running towards him.
"Lavitz," he screamed back, rushing towards him. They exchanged greetings before rejoining their friends. The four adolescents began to talk about the party, while each opened their side by side lockers. Lavitz's hair was almost the same shade of blond as Dart's but much shorter with less spikes, his green eyes glimmered with joy. His uniform was just about the same as every other male's except he wore a pair of unfastened black suspenders that fell to legs. The two best friends grew up much the same way; without their father's. Lavitz's father, Servi Slambert was an internationally renowned Knight. A soldier of extreme prestige, Servi was known for his virtuosity and sense of honor (as well as humor). It was believed that he was destined to become Grand Marshall of the Knight Garrison. That was of course, before he was murdered before the outbreak of the Civil War that split the country in half. It was widely believed that he was assassinated by one of his own officers. It was a subject Lavitz never brought up, and no one ever asked about.
"So what classes do you guys have? I have Advanced Placement Magic Skills first," Albert said gliding his elegant silver shafted lance into his locker. Dart looked over at him in disbelief.
"A.P Magic Skills? I barely passed pre-MS, and you decide to get the A.P course? Jeez man, that's heavy." He hung his sword up in his locker and adjusted his blazer and tie. Lavitz groaned as he tried to squeeze his chestnut shafted spear into his superbly junky locker.
"Just because your about as smart as a door knob doesn't mean everyone else has to be." The others laughed as Dart turned towards him.
"Hey, Lav," the second blond glanced over at him, "I know the perfect place where you can stick that spear." He chuckled as Lavitz flipped him the bird.
"I got History of Endiness first. Talk about fucking boring," Kongol sighed, as he tenderly slid his huge double edged ax into his locker.
"What about you Dart," Albert questioned. Dart winked over at him.
"Warrior Skills with Master Tasman." They all laughed.
"I got that first hour too!" Lavitz and Dart high fived each other. Master Tasman's classes were the best courses for anyone who wanted to become a knight, a mercenary, or a soldier. He gave amazing lessons on survival skills, proper weapons maintenance, and other soldier necessities.
Just then, a huge burst of air crashed into those assembled in the hall. Papers fluttered onto the floor as students attempted to figure out what had just hit them. Dart looked down, finding a tiny girl who couldn't have been any older than 13, doubled over, staring up at him with eyes brimming with excitement. She panted, trying to collect her breath. By the looks of things, it seemed she had been running very fast.
"Hi Dart," she wheezed out. He smiled timidly.
"Sup, Isha. How's Lowe?" He asked. She stood waving off the question.
"Who cares? You and I have things to discuss," she said dreamily. He cocked an eyebrow, looking cagily over at his friends. Although they tried to hide it, they softly giggled like school girls behind him.
"Ok, what do you want to talk about?" His voice was extremely soft, his eyes flickering around at the other students who were now pointing at him. Isha smiled brightly at him.
"Oh, well there is so much, like me and you having dinner one night." Suddenly loud explosions of laughter erupted from behind him. Dart turned and stared at his friends, who now were laughing themselves to tears. He groaned with embarrassment. I'm never gonna live this shit down, he figured. He looked back at Isha, who seemed not to notice the huge gales of laughter coming from the others.
"But, unfortunately, for now," she emphasized, "it's all business." Dart smiled nervously down at the girl.
"W-What do you mean," he stammered. She sighed.
"Principal Lee wants to speak with you." He lost his smile completely then, and looked back at his friends who shrugged at him. He looked down at the girl inquisitively.
"Do you happen to know why he wants me?" She shook her head no. He groaned as he wondered to himself, what the hell did I do now? He closed his locker, the built-in lock clicking dully and the magical seal that he had put on himself (after that incident in the 7th grade where a couple of groupies stole his combination and started dumping hundreds of love letters a day into his private domain, and stealing some of his…unmentionables) flashed indicating that it was in place. He turned and smiled back at the girl.
"Well, lead the way." She squealed, and began to walk back towards the office. He looked back and waved at the guys.
"I'll see you in class Lav," Lavitz waved back. Dart pointed at Albert and Kongol.
"And I'll see you two later." They all waved and continued to talk, probably wandering why Lee wanted to see Dart so early in the day. Dart turned back towards the girl.
"You sure you don't why he wants to see me," he asked nervously. She giggled and shook her head no again. Dart groaned for what had to be the hundredth time that day.
"This is the worst first day of school ever." He muttered as they walked towards the office.
*****
"So ladies," Haschel said, "I hope you understand the rules of our fine institution." Shana and Miranda sluggishly nodded their heads yes. For almost five minutes, Principal Lee had lectured them on how they were to behave in the school. He spent most of his time telling them one simple thing, "You may be royalty, but that does not make you any better than any of the other students." All the while, Shana tried to explain that she felt the exact same way. After their discussion, Haschel pressed a button on his desk.
"Martel, is our new office aid in yet?" He asked. The door opened and in walked Martel. Everyone turned to look at her, as she appeared to be distinctly aggravated. Which is probably normal, Shana pondered
"Yes she is, Principal Lee. Want me to send her in?" He blinked at her for a moment then pressed his intercom button again.
"You are supposed to answer through your intercom, that's why I had them installed." Her eyes flashed angrily as she turned and slammed the door behind her, a scream of intense anger could be well heard through the wooden door. Shana and Miranda turned back to Haschel, a large smile on his face.
"I just love messing with that woman." Shana looked horrified however Miranda found the constant torment of the woman to be totally hilarious. The intercom buzzed, and Martel began to speak. "Yes Principal Lee, she is. Would you like me to send her in," She spoke slowly trying to conceal the anger that she felt. Miranda held back a laugh, while Principal Lee chuckled softly.
"Yes Martel, please do. Thanks." He leaned back in his chair, a content little smile on his face.
"How does she put up with you," Shana wondered aloud. Principal Lee thought about that for a moment then shrugged.
"Honestly, I have no idea." The door opened and a small blond haired girl walked in. She smiled at the principal.
"Good morning Principal Lee." She beamed brightly.
"Good morning, Isha. How do you like your first day back so far?" The girl shrugged.
"It's okay; I had to walk my little brother Lowe to class. My mom seems to think he can't take care of himself, so now I have to take him everywhere with me in school. He even has to sit with me and my friends at lunch. Ugh!" Haschel laughed at her distaste. She smiled sheepishly and looked over at the two girls seated in front of him. Her eyes widened with fear as she stared at Miranda.
"You're that crazy girl who screamed at everybody today." Shana couldn't help but smile at the girl's apparent innocence. Cute girl, Miranda thought sarcastically, a thin smile on her face. Haschel looked blankly at Isha, not sure what she was talking about.
"Is everything okay?" His bewildered eyes flickered between the three girls in his office. Isha quickly looked away from Miranda and back at Haschel.
"Oh, yes, everything is fine. Is there something you want me to do, sir," she beckoned with rapidity, eying Miranda apprehensively. Haschel looked at them doubtfully as he spoke.
"Yes actually, do you know who Dartanious Feld is?" Her cheeks flushed and her eyes grew wide again, this time with excitement.
"Are you kidding? Everyone knows that boy!" Martel screamed from outside the office. They all looked, noticing that she was staring into the office through the opened door. Isha giggled. Shana and Miranda both looked at each other, the same question on their minds, who the hell is Dartanious Feld. Haschel looked at Martel, then casually glanced back at Isha. He looked at the clock on his desk.
"Right now I'm guessing he is at his locker, you know, the one in E wing?" The young girl shook her head vigorously. Martel smacked her lips with irritation.
"Oh, come on! You know she knows where his locker is. Everyone knows where that boy's locker is!" Martel chimed in again. Haschel raised an eyebrow. He didn't seem to be amused with her constant interruptions.
"Isha, could you close the door," he requested. She shakily did so. Martel craned her head as far as she could until the door slid to a close. Haschel sighed.
"Any who," he continued, "Isha, I would like for you to go and find him. Tell him that I need to see him immediate-" His already thin eyes thinned even more as a rush of dust and papers blew against him. Shana screamed as she and Miranda were blown out of their seats. They looked up to see young Isha gone, a hole in the shape of her body etched in both the door to Haschel's office and the main office. Slivers of wood were scattered everywhere. He sat up, cradling his face in his hands.
"-ly," he finished, shaking his head. Shana coughed, waving dust away from her face, while Miranda stood brushing her pants off. She looked over at Haschel.
"When was the last you dusted this place," she asked. He smiled.
"Last year," he replied earnestly, while nodding his head. Miranda chuckled, continuing to brush herself off. Shana adjusted her skirt and tie, wondering why the young girl had been in such a rush to find this Dartanious boy. By the tone of Martel's voice, he of some kind of importance, why would Principal Lee summon him during their meeting? It took them a few minutes to get themselves back in order.
Just when everything seemed to have settled down, a high pitched squeal came from Martel in the other office followed by laughter.
"Dart sweetie, how was your summer?" There was an inaudible reply then Martel began to laugh. Shana watched as Haschel walked quickly across the distance of his office through his broken door, his large smile back on his face.
"Hello Dart!" He laughed, raising his arms. Shana could see two arms embracing Principal Lee lovingly.
"Hey Haschel, how are you? Oh, Lavitz told me that you called him last night. If you called me too, I'm sorry that I missed you. I didn't get home until about 12:30." Haschel laughed, waving it off.
"Don't worry about it; I'm sure Lavitz already told you about our meeting later. Listen, I have a request of you," he looked back at them, "Girls, would you mind coming out here, please?" Shana looked back at Miranda, who simply shrugged and grabbed their bags. Shana walked out of the office and immediately stopped in her tracks, as she set eyes on the most beautiful boy she had ever seen.
*****
Dart's jaw dropped as he stared at the door to the office, Isha's body outline distinctly carved into it. He looked down at small girl, who was blushing scarlet.
"I guess I got a little excited when Principal Lee told me to go find you."
" 'A little' ?" She smiled shyly. He chuckled as he walked through what remained of the door, into the office he was more than familiar with. He smiled as he saw another familiar sight.
"Hey Martel," he said lightly. She looked up from the papers she had been sorting out, beaming at Dart. She began to laugh as she ran over and gave Dart a huge hug.
"Dart sweetie, how was your summer?" He blushed, grinning down at her. When he was younger, he used to have a huge crush on Martel. She was a beauty in all sense of the word. Long brown fell down her back, her brown eyes full of life. In her tight yellow suit, her ample body and large bosom shown through entrancingly. She was the dream of every adolescent boy. Well, almost. Dart had a different dream girl, one that had been haunting him for almost a year. That didn't stop him from admiring her of course.
"Exhausting," he said. "I must have gone to about 100 parties this summer. But then, I have certain social responsibilities that I must meet, being the most popular male in school and all." He smiled at his own false arrogance, Martel's laughter filling the room once more.
"Hello Dart!" He looked up, his smile immediately widening. Haschel Lee, one of the most important people in his life, beamed at him from across the office, his arms open, waiting for a hug. Dart ran over to him, embracing him like the old friend he was.
"Hey Haschel, how are you," he beckoned. The old man shrugged. He opened his mouth to speak but Dart cut him off.
"Oh," he said, smacking his head, "Lavitz told me that you called him last night. If you called me too, I'm sorry I missed you. I didn't get home until about 12:30." Haschel laughed merrily at him.
"Don't worry about it; I'm sure Lavitz already told you about our meeting later. Listen, I have a request of you," he looked out into his office, "Girls, would you mind coming out here, please." Dart cocked an eyebrow, not sure where the conversation was going. Then he saw her.
His mouth fell open as he literally came face to face with the girl of his dreams. The long chestnut brown hair, perfect porcelain skin, and her eyes, those gorgeous purple eyes that haunted his dreams for so long. He had heard of fate, but never believed in it until then.
She stopped in her tracks the moment she stepped out of Haschel's office. She began to blush, as they stared at each other for what seemed like hours. He was only faintly aware of the tall red head girl who stepped out after the first girl. Nor did he totally hear Haschel speak to him. It seemed as if everything else ceased to exist except the two of them. A hand on his shoulder and a quick jolt brought him back to reality. Simultaneously, the red head shook the brown haired girl back to awareness. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. What is wrong with me! This has never happened to me before. His heart was pounding in his chest. It seemed so loud to him, he was surprised no one else heard it. He looked over at Haschel, who was staring at him as if he had temporarily lost his mind.
"Are you alright, Dart," he asked worriedly. Dart nodded.
"Yeah, fine," his mouth was dry, the words barely audible. The older man smiled. He looked over at the two girls.
"Well, as I was saying. Dart I would like to introduce you to our two newest students," he pointed at the taller girl first. "This is Miranda Stokehaven, of the Sacred Sisters of Mille Seseau," now understanding why Haschel had sent for him, Dart bowed slightly at the waist. He was more than aware of the country, but unaware of the nature of the title she held. She simply nodded her head in acknowledgment. Her jade eyes stared at him menacingly. He rose, looking back at the purple-eyed girl. She stepped forward, blushing ever so deeply.
"And this," Haschel said airily, "Is Her Royal Highness, The Princess Shana Lunala Nisalis of Mille Seseau." Dart's mind began to race. A Princess? He closed his eyes and bowed as low as he could without falling over on his face or kneeling. "Kneeling was a sign of subservience. Never kneel to a foreign monarch," he remembered Master Tasman telling him once.
"It is a true pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Your Majesty." He stood; his eyes level with The Princess'. Sapphire melted with amethyst as they stared into each others eyes, neither being able to look away. He spoke again, proudly, but not arrogantly.
"I am Sir Dartanious Feld of Basil, member of the Royal Prince of Basil's Court." She smiled at him, reaching out her hand. He took it, squeezing softly, kissing the back of her hand dryly. He smiled back at her.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Sir Dartanious Feld," she said softly.
"If it is alright with Her Highness, I would prefer it if she called me 'Dart'. Dartanious isn't a name I would like to be called every time Her Majesty and I should happen to meet." She blushed once more. She thought for a moment then stared up into his eyes. He tried not to blink, wanting to savor every moment of her gorgeous gaze.
"Alright, but only under one circumstance," he cocked his head curiously, "We cut the 'Your Highness' crap and you just call me 'Shana'." Dart laughed at her bluntness, every one else in the room seemed surprised at her set of words.
"Princess," the girl named Miranda gasped. Shana looked back at her and smiled. For the first time, Dart noticed that the tall red-headed girl was wearing a boy's uniform. Surprisingly enough, it actually looked pretty good on her. Shana once again grabbed his attention.
"Agreed. You don't call me 'Dartanious' and I won't give you the 'Your Majesty' treatment." She smiled sweetly up at him. All he could do was blush. Haschel stepped in between them, softly parting the two teens' hands.
"Well, now," he said noisily, "You two hit it off pretty well, I think." Dart and Shana looked at him apprehensively. Miranda stepped up besides Shana, her eyes plastered on Dart, who tried to avoid her harsh gleam.
"So Dart, down to the reason why I called you here," Dart looked over at Haschel, "I would like for you to show Ms. Nisalis and Ms. Stokehaven around the school for the first week." Dart mouth formed a big "o" of surprise. Show them around the school? Talk about luck.
He looked at the girls, in particularly Shana, "It would be my pleasure." She blushed once more, while Miranda was left rolling her eyes. Haschel smiled.
"Excellent! Now if I'm correct, you all have Master Tasman's class together." He looked at his Rolex watch. "You all should probably leave for his class now. The way that man is, if you're any later than you already are, I won't even be able help you. Here," he reached out to Martel and she handed him three magenta shaded cards. He then handed Dart and the girls a slip each, "It's a hall pass and an excuse note, good for the entire week. It voids all detentions due to tardiness only Dart. Nothing else, got it?" Dart smiled as he took his pass.
"Hey, come on Haschel what do you take me for, a delinquent?" Haschel sighed.
"Yeah well, get going, you have classes." With that, he shoved them out of the office, and shut what was left of the door behind them, though there was no real point to it.
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End of Chapter I
Chapter II will be up soon.
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