Hey everybody! Its my first uploaded fanfic. So I ask if you can be gentle. But I LOVE constructive critisezum. (most likely spelled that wrong.)

You should know this:

"Thoughts"

"Talk"

"Kiwi"
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Chapter 1

Odd woke up feeling strange. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He felt. Different…but familiar. He turned his head to see Ulrich sleeping soundly. The alarm clock next to him read thirty after six in the morning.

"Isn't it sleep-in Sunday?"

Odd look over at Kiwi to see his diggity-dog snuggling next to him.

"Kiwi." The dog sleepily opened an eye to look at his master. "Is it Sunday?"

The dog yawned and stretched. "Yeeesss. Now go to sleep."

Odd couldn't believe what he had heard. "Kiwi…can you talk? Like English talk?"

Kiwi sat up and looked at Odd. "Is there a problem?"

"No!" Odd shouted as he jumped out of bed and pranced around the room with Kiwi in his arms. "Kiwi can talk! Kiwi can talk!

"Aaarrggh." Ulrich groaned. Odd had woken him up with all his shouting. "Kiwi can't speak Odd. It's your imagination, now go to sleep." Ulrich rolled over to face the wall.

"Ulrich!" Odd ran over and plopped down on his best friend's bed.

"Get off, Odd! I'm trying to sleep."

"Ulrich, Kiwi talked. Like English talked!"

Ulrich rolled over to look at Kiwi, "Talk."

"Don't order me around."

Odd smiled like a Cheshire cat and was jumping on Ulrich's bed. "He talked! He talked! He spoke perfect English! I told you Ulrich!"

"Odd! Get the freak off my bed! And No, Kiwi did not talk! He just barked a few times!"

Odd stopped bouncing abruptly. He couldn't believe it. He thought his dog to English lessons had actually worked! If Kiwi wasn't talking, who was?

"Are you sure Ulrich?"

"Yes, Odd."

Odd got off of Ulrich's bed and got a pair of clothes, a towel, and some soap. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Ulrich picked his arm up in some type of lazy wave. "Have fun."

"Bye, Odd!"

Odd stopped right before the door was closed. Should he reply? Well if he could hear his little Kiwi speak and his English lessons didn't work, maybe he learned to speak dog! He was going to test his theory after his shower. "Bye, Kiwi!"

Nicolas stood leaning his hands on the sink in the boy's bathroom. He wasn't feeling good that morning. It was normal for him to wake up later than others but head to breakfast with Sisi and Herb at the same regular time.

Today everything was off. His body ached. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't go to the infirmary because it wasn't open yet and the doctor lived off campus. If his dad was hear he would say to suck it up. So he was. He was going to wait for the doctor to come and then he would ask for aspirin or something. He needed something to stop the pain.

The worst thing though, was that he was sweating. And a lot. His clothes were clinging to him in clumps. He was going to take a shower. A nice cold shower to cool his skin and keep him from heating up.

After splashing cold water on his face he headed for the showers, but heard the door open and turned to see who it was. The infamous Odd Della Robbia had walked in looking surprised but regained his composure and smiled.

"Hey, Nicky." Odd walked up to him.

"What Oddball?" Odd looked offended but said nothing about it.

"You're drenched. Did you take a shower?"

Nicolas promised his mom he wouldn't lie, so he didn't. "No."

"Then what you do? Sweat?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because, Nicky," Odd leaned on a mirror. "I just wanted to have a little conversation. Is that so wrong?"

The pain found its way to Nicolas's head. It was pounding. Throbbing. It felt like his brain wanted to blow his skull into pieces and go run away. He fell to his knees, his hands on his head trying to keep his brain from escaping.

"What's wrong?"

Nicolas couldn't reply. He wasn't up for it. Everything seemed to be shutting down. Telling him to relax but he didn't want to; he still had to take a shower.

Odd kneeled next to Nicolas, worried.

"What's going on? Can I help?"

Nicolas shook his head.

"Can you talk?"

Nicolas shook his head.

Odd got up and looked at his phone. He seemed to be thinking of what to do. He looked at Nicolas and then pressed a button on his speed dial. He started to pace until the receiver finally answered.

"Ulrich! I need you to get Jim! Nicky's hurt!"

Nicolas couldn't hear the person on the other line and the pain was subsiding. He felt…tired. You know what? He was going to take a nap. He took his hands from his head and leaned against the nearest wall. Then he closed his eyes. Right before he fell into oblivion, he heard Odd calling his name.

Odd couldn't believe it. Nicolas was unconscious and the help wasn't here yet. He watched too many movies to know what this meant. Nicolas was going to die. But this can't happen! Odd had to do something. He placed his hand on Nicolas forehead.

"Aaaaaaaaahh!" Odd pulled back. Nicolas was on fire! What could he do? Odd took his rag and ran it in cold water and placed it on Nicolas's forehead. Smoke erupted from the rag and it dried instantly.

"Now that's unreal." Odd continued wetting the rag and placing it on Nicolas for a short period of time before something happened.

"Did Nic just move?"

Nic placed his hand on his knees and got up. "Nicky! You're alright!" Odd cheered and celebrated by jumping in the air. He managed to hit his head on the ceiling and landed hard on his but. "Argh! That hurts!" Odd looked up. "How'd I get that high? ...This is a weird day." Odd looked at Nicolas and a bad feeling grew in his gut. "Nicolas?"

Nicolas was staring intensely at Odd. No emotion was displayed on his face. He seemed to tower over Odd who was still flat on his but. His eyes sent a chill down Odd's back. The showed everything. All of Nic's emotions were bundled. He was confused, pleased, but he also desired. But, desired what?

Nicolas stepped forward. Odd unintentionally stepped back. "Nicky, your acting a little strange."

Nicolas kept walking toward Odd. A dark vibe was coming off him, scaring Odd. "Nicky? Are you okay?" Odd's back bumped into the tiled wall. His fear was written all over his face. Nicolas smiled in amusement, "I'm just fine." Odd's heart stopped at the sound of Nicolas's voice. It had a dark and demonic tint to it. Nicolas grabbed Odd by his shirt collar and lifted him up. He leaned over, inches away from Odd's ear. "Actually, I feel great." Nicolas's grip tightened and he threw Odd in to the mirrors on the other side of the room. It created a human sized dent in the wall and shattered the mirror. When Odd fell a sink broke his fall.

Odd looked up at Nicolas in extreme pain. There were pieces of glass piercing into his sides. The pieces of mirrors around him showed his reflection. A beaten blonde who needed medical attention.

Odd looked at Nicolas and saw him flexing his muscles, testing them out. He grinned evilly and walked over to Odd. He crouched next to Odd and lifted his chin so all Odd saw was Nicolas's eyes. "I'm going to let you in on a secret. Do you want to know?"

By slightly moving him a shard of glass dug deeper into Odd's side, causing the pain rate from ten to sky rocket into a fifty. His site was getting fogged. And his body was becoming numb and cold from blood loss. "I'll take that as a yes. I'm not Nicolas."

"Odd!" The two blondes looked toward the door and saw Ulrich with Jim who was carrying a first aid kit.

Jim was bewildered and was looking at the scene in shock. "What happened here?!"

Nicolas got up, looking annoyed and yet happy to have more victims to feel his rath. "Nothing that concerns you, but…since you're here." He balled his hands into fist and then relaxed them. "You must want an early funeral." Nicolas ran at them.

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-Tater