Word Count: 405 (It's an Prologue, don't worry~ It'll get longer.)

Rating: T …due to violence and cursing. (Both of which are in this chapter.)

Pairing: … ^^


The standard question. "How was school?"

The quiet response. "…Fine. Got an A on the test."

The empty praise. "Congrats."

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Paying no attention to others, eyes lowered to the ground with the schoolbag slung over the sturdy shoulder. He hadn't expected anyone to step in front of him—nor had he predicted that someone to hold a grudge.

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A fist collided with his stomach, causing him to lurch forward. He really hadn't expected the enemy to do anything to start a fight—especially since they were still on school campus.

Whether he had seen it coming or not, it had happened. Now students murmured in surprise until some rebellious hormone-driven male started to chant, "Fight!"

A ring of people formed around the two quarreling students—a brunette that looked pretty vicious due to a scar that slashed over the bridge of his nose, and a redhead who always wore goggles on his forehead, carrying a violent profile. The brunette seemed to be on defense, blocking and dodging at the correct times, and throwing in quick punches that were also deflected. They seemed on par; no one knew if one was holding back, or if the other was just working to be stronger than the other.

Everyone howled when the redhead managed to throw in a few punches, distracting the brunette long enough to sweep his feet out from under him. With a grunt, the scarred teen hit the ground, instinctively curling to shield his torso from any blows that could result in broken bones. He suppressed a wince as a shadow fell over him.

He waited. Waited for that kick to the face.

But it never came. He lowered his arms, his muscles relaxing. Did someone else stop the redhead?

A scream of pain ripped from his throat as a sudden flame exploded in his ribs. He coughed, and then gasped, trying to breathe. His lungs resisted air as little shocks danced at the spot. They soon disappeared to leave a hazy feeling that mirrored the unfocused images his mind received.

He could barely hear a voice near him, but he could determine the tone. It was of victory—a little smug. Before he could try to decode the words, the speaker pulled away, causing a tumult cry from the crowd.

He now flinched when he caught a glimpse of the poised foot, aimed perfectly for his head. An assumption made him think that crowd had called out, 'Finish him!' or something.

Oh…shit. The brunette couldn't help but grit his teeth when the sounds of the crowd seemed to fade away. His head swirled as the throbbing in his side set a fog over his thoughts.

He could almost sense the body shift its weight, bringing the foot towards the downed teen.

A voice managed to slice the haze—as well as the crowd—shouting the enemy's name, "Reno!"


Well, I have a friend (Kilekah~) who somehow talked me into writing a…what we call a 'Quack' fanfic. |D That is what this is.

AnywayI used Reno because he was the first person that came to mind. Well, actually, I thought, "Sephy?" But then I realized that Sephy doesn't really seem to be the one to get into fights like this; then Reno popped into my head, and it just kind of…fit. Don't get me wrong, I love Reno. But my mind just said, "It works~" So…cha.