Blood Ants
Your Blinding Light
"Ah, such nice weather for the opening day of school!" The blond Arabian man exclaims.
The 23 year old Food Technology teacher, Quatre Baberba Winner, is current in his best suit of shirt and tie, standing in front of the 3 level blue and grey building that stretches 300m across, and with fully equipped work out facilities.
The Silver Saber Academy
Arriving slightly early at his classroom, B-13, Quatre begins to practice for his elaborate introduction, one that's going to take at least a third of the 45 minutes class time, in his exuberant state of mind, he fails to notice another lean male figure standing in the opposite corner of the room
"Hi."
"Ahhhh!"
The low mumble that seemed to have come out of nowhere made the fair haired man jump and drop his briefcase, while gathering up his things, Winner manages to locate the sound
"…Hi?" Quatre forced himself to return the mumble with a slight suspicion
"Easily scared are we?" the person with sideways spiky hair commented amusingly
Yeah no kiddin glares
"My name is Trowa Barton, I will be serving as your TA for a month," the man introduces himself with an indifferent tone as he stepped out and extends his hand
"I'm Quatre Baberba Winner, nice to meet you." Quatre flashes Trowa an I-already-know-that-I'm-not-gonna-like-you smile as he took the hand
Though seemingly weaker, the man surprised Winner with a firm hand shake
Now the deadly awkwardness surfaces as the two of them stand in silence while one is hoping for the other to start a small talk, and the other is secretly criticizing the shorter man's platinum gold hair, then a relief on both parties
The bell for class rang.
As the students rushed in yawning or swallowing the last bites of their breakfast, the atmosphere in the classroom seems to have lightened up
Now the more daunting class of introduction faces Quatre, one that he did not have time to practice
Well may be Mr. Barton can help me out a little
"Excu…." A glance at the man made Winner realize just how wrong he was to even think about getting help
The 'assistant' has managed to doze off within the last 5 minutes, and is now sleeping peacefully like a baby
Ugh…Hopeless
Well then, let the class begin…
Blump
After a day of classes Quatre sinks himself into the cream leather couch in the teacher's lounge, wondering who in his right mind designed this room
The walls are covered with different shades of yellow, topped off with black polka dots, and last but not least, a brown ceiling, one might as well think that it's raining shit in here everyday
At least they supply food here, and a television
Food being the two vending machines placed in the corner, one satisfies thirst, and the other hunger
After loosening his tie, which became suffocating after a while
Quatre let his thoughts drift back on the events of his first day at the Academy
But, the only one that popped into his mind was that
The TA offered no help, what-so-ever
"Ouch!" Winner cried out as he unconsciously attempts to unbutton the first button on his shirt and accidentally placed pressure on his index finger, the one he cut open during class and is now wrapped with a band-aid
"Lemme take a look at that." A voice, more arrogant than that of Trowa's spoke, possibly one of the other staff who was conversing at the other end of the lounge when Quatre came in
"Uh, it's fine, just a minor cut,"
Something I could handle, sucking the finger in his mouth and enjoying the metallic taste
The voice came from a pair of Prussian blues eyes currently staring him, with the rest of his face covered up by a jacket zipped all the way to the top, and beside him, a Chinese man stands, with tied up should length hair
The former is now looking at Quatre slightly hostile
He now has that exact feeling when Trowa used the word "serving" earlier in the day
Uncomfortable
"Alright," an unmistakable irritation in the burnette's voice after being rejected, "my name is Heero Yuy, junior psychology teacher."
Japanese, Quatre guessed from the last name, how strange though
"And I'm Wufei Chang; I teach sculpture and painting, I'm also new to the school, and you are?" The Chinese man smiled down politely
Finally finding someone who doesn't have a freaking watermelon up his ass
Quatre stands up and stretches out the hand that's not wounded and returns the introduction to both, with a warmer tone to Wufei, the one he feels more comfortable around…at least for now
Just as the three's about to enter into another dimension of silence, the running footsteps that's been going on for a while has stopped, right outside the room
All of them turned their attention towards the door
Hoping someone could come in and break the silence
So Quatre begins to see everything in slow motion, with a cringing feeling in his stomach
The doorknob turned, and opened inch by inch making squeaking noises along the way, the shadow behind the misty window begins to move, a black leather shoe appears, and finally everything else attached to it
Gasp
Quatre, could not remove his eyes from the all-too-familiar figure that had just emerged into the room
All things appears faded, the only light he sees is the light reflecting off of the man, who is now approaching them
The last thing he hear was a loud thump, then everything went
Black
TBC