WARNING!
a. Mention me if there are any OOC-like feels, spelling, or grammar error in this fiction. I'm not American (actually Indonesian) and I'm not sure about the spelling and grammars, since I'm still first **. As long as you encourage me and give me some useful advices, I'm happy!
b. Because of this is can being sort of crossover, since I'm going with two anime in this story = APH and Mirai Nikki/Future Diary, I would like to hear your opinions, ideas, and concepts for the tools.
c. This is a story with twisted plot and long description, minim romance, lame plots, and a little bit of OOC-ness. For you who is don't like this type of the story, please run away while you could.
d. I do not own anything, other than these plots, ideas, and OCs.
e. I own this story, which is also published in Quotev. Yes, if you know that website, you can found me there as Kohaku Amagi. But, in this site, please acknowledge me as Yukari Wada. Although both Kohaku and Yukari are same person: me. Why am I publishing it again at this site? Because I thought that Quotev isn't popular as this site! I don't know if copyright is exist or not, but both Quotev's and this site's World Academy – Future Projector IS mine.
f. From later chapter onwards, there will be many foreign languages that not English. I used the Google Translate to convert it, so if the error is occurred, please blame it while you could.
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Anyway, happy reading!
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First Chapter - Vanished Away in Black Sky
Part One - Beginning of All
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?'s POV
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I think I'm ready.
World Academy W is an international school located in downtown Chicago. As we viewed it from the walled-off gate just outside, we could see a beautiful white colossus located on an equally beautiful park. The gate alone was an ornate blend of both classic and modern styles. The school itself is a proud, noble building, 13 stories high. In addition, the window in each classroom was very large, making a modern feel slightly more dominant. On each floor of the World Academy, we could definitely see shades of sophisticated yet classic impression, because the dominant color was chocolate with classical engraving. Including the cafeteria, library, toilets, and other facilities, all of which were on every floor of the World Academy W.
World Academy W has an education system that is quite unique and very different when compared to other schools in the United States in general. World Academy has 12 academic year, and each year is divided into six different classes. One class can carry about twenty students. In general, the World Academy of education in the first year starting at age 12 years old, not like the other schools in the United States so that the curriculum at the World Academy is high and causes the children should learn from childhood, or if not possible, to learn from elementary, if you want to be a disciple of the World Academy. Although there students that started it at a younger age or older. Unlike other schools, the World Academy started a school year on Monday at the earliest date in December.
I was never sure if I can finish this school well, because I only fourteen years old, but was forced to go into fourth year, the year that only fifteen years old students allowed to learn. Moreover, I was late to two weeks than it shall, and this means the student orientation period is over. I should reveal all about my new school alone.
Well, for details, now I wear a plain white long-sleeved shirt with the opened collar and green tie with a white vest without buttons and blue blazer. I also wear a plaid red skirt, tight white shorts made from cotton which extends for approximately three inches below my skirt, dark gray socks, and white sneakers with black stripes. I also bring my black, medium-sized sling bag on. Oh yeah, I also have waist-length dark blonde hair, which is tied into a low ponytail with thin, long black ribbon, and...dark blue eyes, in the case of you want to know well about my appearances.
Suddenly, I surprised by a sudden someone's appearance. That people is a man with long blond hair and light blue eyes. He wears a long-sleeved white shirt, a gray tie, and black trousers. He's came from right side of the gate, and looks like he's a teacher of this school. "Are you a new student of this school?" he asked.
"Ah...yes," I answered with quiet, barely audible voice.
"I see. My name is Germania, homeroom teacher of class IV-B of this school. Who is your name?" he asked.
"A...Astrid. Astrid Hoydal," I answered, while my head thought of something. Germania, he say? What a strange name.
"Astrid Hoydal?" Mr. Germania opens his notebook, and reads something in the book. "Oh, you're my class' new student. Come in, please," he said as he opened the gate, and let me in.
"Let me deliver you to the fifth floor," Mr. Germania said, I was pushed gently into the building. I stunned by the building's interior luxury as my feet hit the floor of the school for the first time.
Mr. Germania sighed, then pushed me to the elevator of the building. As soon as we entered the elevator and the doors closed, Mr. Germania push the button with number five printed on it, and the elevator starts running. When the door opened again, Mr. Germania and I are walking again.
Suddenly, I got hit by someone from behind. That person is a young brown-haired and olive-eyed young man. That young man wears a long-sleeved shirt plain white, cream waistcoat without buttons and sleeves, green tie, blue jacket, and plaid blue trousers. He also wears black shoes.
"Ah..." I winced in pain.
"Ah, sorry!" young man said. The young man glanced Mr. Germania momentarily. "Oh, Mr. Germania?" he asked.
Mr. Germania turned his head to him. "What's it, Vargas?"
"After the first break there will be a sudden meeting."
"All right."
"Well, excuse me, then." That young man ran down the hallway as earlier. I looked at the young man, trying to remembering his appearance.
"Come on," Mr. Germania said. We were headed back to the classroom. Above the door of the room there is a electronic board that hangs on a horizontal pole. On the board it says 'IV-B'.
"You wait here," Mr. Germania commanded. I nodded reluctantly.
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Germania's POV
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I got into the classroom. The class, that was really noisy, became very quiet like a graveyard. Even there are students who bolted into their place, as they had been talking with their friend who has far seating position from them. I only shook my head, confused by the attitude of the students.
"Well, children," I said, "we have a new friend in our class. Come in, please." I turned my head to the opened door. Astrid went into the classroom, and then she stood in front of the class. Other students look excited by her arrival. "You can introduce yourself," I said.
"I...I'm Astrid Hoydal. It's nice to meet you all!" She introduced herself. Short indeed, but it was enough to make the students satisfied and clapped their hands.
What a nice view,I thought. "Then, you're sitting on...ah, behind Aileen Ingero there is an empty space! Please sit over there," I said, pointing my right index finger at chair and table in the back right corner. Astrid nodded, then walked to the spot and sat there.
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Astrid's POV
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I was confused with my new friends. They're looking fine and kind indeed, but somehow their auras mixed into one: auras between enthusiasm, feeling confused, feels scared, and many others. I don't know since when, but I can see someone's aura. My mother told me that I can see them since I was six years old. But I'm not sure about it by myself.
When I sat down on my chair, a girl with wavy chest-length orange hair and green eyes with a long-sleeved white shirt, green tie, white vest without buttons and white sleeves, blue blazer, plaid red skirt, white socks and brown shoes that sat on front of me turned around to me, then looked at me with enthusiasm. "Hi, Astrid. Long time no see, huh?" she greeted with a cheerful voice.
Yeah, I know who was her. She's Aileen Ingero, my childhood best friend. Since her father got a job overseas, she had to moves two years earlier than me. While I with my family just moved one week ago. I can called this as reunion, as I waited so long to meet her again. Actually, I also have a friend who is one year younger than me, ans she also studies here. I wonder, is she fine here?
After spacing out for a moment, I nodded to Aileen while smiling.
"Wow, is she Astrid Hoydal that you told about, Ai?" I see a girl with shoulder-length blond hair and bluish green eyes with a long-sleeved white shirt, white vest without sleeves and buttons, a blue blazer, plaid red skirt, light gray socks, and black shoes that sitting next to me; her sentences was greeted with a nod from Aileen. Seen from her face, she is seen as a strong, smart, and serious young woman, but also a gentle and sweet girl as well. "My name is Isla Smith. Nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you too," I said with a thin smile.
"Oh, and I'm Clarissa Goodwyn." Now I see a girl with blue eyes and blonde hair that tied into low pigtails with two blue ribbons. She sat next to Aileen and in front of the Isla. Her uniform is long-sleeved white shirt, green tie, a white vest without buttons and sleeves, blue blazer, plaid red skirt, brown socks and brown shoes. "I know a lot about you from Aileen. Nice to meet you!"
"Yeah, nice to meet you," I said.
"Astrid, huh?" Now who's said that is a girl sitting next to Isla. She has shoulder-length brown hair and bright yellow eyes. She was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt with the opened collar and plain green tie covered with a white vest without buttons, blue blazer, plaid red skirt, brown socks, and black shoes. "I know a lot about you from Aileen. Anyway, I'm Mariana Vargas! But call me Maria, or Mary! How do you do?"
"How do you do?" I greeted back.
"Then, let's start the lesson," said Mr. Germania, and the atmosphere is quiet again. We began to listen to teacher's explanation about natural geology.
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Nine o'clock is a good time to taking break with my friends. I'm sitting at a round table with Aileen, Isla, Clarissa, and Mariana in a large and luxurious cafeteria located on the fifth floor. Many students passing there.
"Astrid," Aileen called at me. "You have to be careful with some gangs in this school."
I stared at Aileen with confused look. "Gang?"
"Yes...here, fights often occurs that resulting the students got hurt, because a lot of gangs are formed here. But there are two very well known gangs...and no one dared to oppose them, even the teachers and the principal," Isla said with a serious tone, distracting me, Aileen, Clarissa, and Mariana to her.
"Who?" I asked.
"Nordic Seven and Elite Three," said Isla. "Gang of Nordic Seven named as they're has seven people in them, each of who are from various Nordic countries, to be exact. They are 'siblings' even though they do not come from the same blood and the state, and their predecessor must be smart to use a weapon. Then, Elite Three ..." Isla paused for a moment. "They are three girls who are very wealthy, beautiful, and each of them must have their own advantages." She sighed quietly. "They were acting very selfish and cruel, as if this school is theirs alone. Moreover, they often work together, and looks matching each other."
"Then, who are they?" Clarissa asked. "I've heard this rumor before, but I do not really know well. Then, what do you mean about 'looks matching each other'?"
"I'll explain," said Aileen. "Members of the Nordic Seven is-"
"Wait," I interrupted, making my friends turned to me.
"What's wrong?" Clarissa asked.
I looked to left, saw a large table that should be occupied by ten people, only occupied by two people. The two men are brown-haired, but one of them has brown ayed, while one other has olive eyes. That two young men wearing plain white long-sleeved shirts, cream vests without buttons and sleeves, green ties, blue blazers, and plaid blue trousers. "I was got hit with that olive-eyed boy."
"Oh, do you mean Feli and Lovi?" Mariana said, to be greeted with a sight of confusion from me.
"Lovino and Feliciano Vargas. They are Mary's older bro," Clarissa murmured, calls the full names of the young men. "Why did the twins was sitting there? Isn't that place should be..." Suddenly, Clarissa gasped.
"...Nordic Seven and Elite Three's places?" Isla said that with a serious look. "Are they crazy?"
"They're not crazy, Isla, maybe they saw that the canteen is full," Aileen denied. "But...maybe I have to agree with you for now. It does not mean they have to sit there, right? Moreover, I'm sure they also know about those scary gangs."
I looked around the place where the Vargas brothers sat. Their aura shows...a great fear. I look further. From the left, there are five men and two women came to the table. The most front of them is a man with spiky blonde hair and blue eyes, and he not wears the blue blazer, only a long-sleeved white shirt with the collar left open and a cream vest without buttons and sleeves, and plaid blue trousers. That young man followed by another man with blond hair and purple eyes, he's with a long-sleeved white shirt, cream vest without buttons and sleeves, green tie, buttoned blue blazer, and plaid blue trousers.
Behind two young men, still there is young man with tousled silver hair and purple eyes, with a long-sleeved plain white shirt, cream vest without buttons and sleeves, blue blazer and plaid blue trousers. In his behind there are other two young men, both of them has equally blond hair and blue-eyed. One of them has his hair clamped with a cross-shaped hairpin and his eyes look empty, while others are a bit short-cropped hair and sharp sky blue eyes behind his glasses. Their uniforms are almost similar to the silver-haired boy, but they were both wearing blue vests.
Behind those five young men, there are two girls that follows them. One of them is a girl with waist-length blonde hair with high ponytail on the right side with an orange ribbon, and dark blue eyes with clothing similar to that I wear, but without the shorts, and with a blue vest. The other is a girl with neck-length dark silver hair and green eyes with clothing similar to that Isla wear, but she was not wear the blazer and she let her collar open.
Meanwhile, from the right there are three girls who came to the same table with seven people who I saw earlier. The girl on the front has waist-length brown hair and brown eyes with the same clothes model as Aileen and Clarissa, but she is wearing a blue vest. Then there was a girl behind her, with chin-length dark blond hair with purple ribbon on left side of her head. Her clothes are same as the girl in front of him, but her blazer is buttoned. And the girl at most behind has black hair with decorative pink flowers and brown eyes. Her clothing model are same as Mariana, but she also wearing a blue vest.
"Speaking of the devil," Aileen said quietly, "there they are."
"From left are Nordic Seven, from front is Mathias Kohler, Tiino Vainamoinen, Emil Steilsson, Lukas Bondevik, Berwald Oxenstierna, Virta Lindback, and Millie Palsdottir," Isla explained, making Clarissa's and my confusions faded away. "And from right are Elite Three, from front is Flora Primavera, Lili Zwingli, and Mei Xiao."
I saw that ten people more closely. Around their bodies, I can see black, dark purple aura. My eyes are narrowed as I know the meaning of the aura colors.
There is a cunning and evil intent in their minds!
Even so, I remained silent.
In the end, we are just watching Nordic Seven and Elite Three that already surrounds Feliciano and Lovino, with sights that is difficult to guess. I see that the young men just swallowed reluctantly.
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Lovino's POV
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Ugh, I already expected this to happen. Actually, Feliciano and I was about to going to the canteen earlier, but that potato-bastardo shouts at my brother and scolded him because he didn't do his Math exercises. Luckily he can do it fast, but in the end we got no space in the canteen. Actually we're are not that idiot, since we already know about the Nordic Seven and Elite Three, that popular yet evil gangs. But that burger freak, who knows nothing about those ten, forced us to sat in their chairs. And we ended like this: surrounded by Nordic Seven and Elite Three with unpredictable looks on their faces.
Alfred F. Jones, Ludwig Beilschmidt, Nordic Seven, and Elite Three... I thought angrily.
Curse you all!
"Hey," Flora said as she pushed hard my body, making my face almost hit the table. "Do you know who are has this table?"
I think it's the time. "You already know yourself," I said. I'm decided if I have to go against them. I don't want to being called as 'weak' by them. I must!
"What? Are you going to against us?" Flora asked with mad voice.
I gulped, but my determination is strong. "If you wish, then yes."
Flora sighed, before said, "Mathias, beat them."
Goddamn it, our lives ended here now...
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"President, looks like Flora and others begin it again."
I looked at Ivan, a tall man with violet eyes and platinum blonde hair with his long-sleeved white shirt, green tie, cream vest, blue blazer, plaid blue trousers, and his scarf on, who just came out of the canteen. "What should we about this, da [1]?" he said with a childish voice.
"Well, they can take care of it." I looked at a girl, who sat on the bench near the canteen beside me. She has shoulder-length platinum hair in bob model, yet with messy cut, and indigo eyes with amber's color shaded in it. She wears a white shirt with its long sleeves folded and opened collar, unbuttoned blue blazer, plaid red skirt under her shirt, tight light cream cotton shorts with a length of five inches below her skirt, and black socks that only reach the lips of her white sneakers. It's against the rules indeed, but I give her a permission, as I know she has 'that' thing, and maybe her other friends too. "Are you ready?" I asked to her.
"Of course, Senior!" she answered with cheerful voice. "Whenever it be."
I smiled to her, and she smiled back. "Call them, then," I said.
She nodded without hesitant, then she took out her thin, violet slide cellphone wit keyboard model from her skirt pocket. After that, she ran to the canteen.
I sighed when she is gone from my sight, and looked at Ivan. "I think...you just like Vash when it comes to her." I gulped, my face become paler than before. "Except that you make her carries not only one type of weapons."
"Isn't it fine, President?" Ivan smiled childishly. I know his yandere-like attitude, but recently he has calmed down to training his another younger sister about using weapons. I also heard from Raivis if Anya, Nikolai, Katone, Natalia, Yekaterina, and Sergei also helped him as well. "At least, we know some secret between them."
I smiled, as I know his meaning of his sentence. "Yeah. At least, I don't get tired of calming them down."
As I said that, I heard some noise.
SMASH!
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Dai-isshou - Kuroi Sora ni Hanarete Kieta
Sono Ichi - Subete no Hajimari
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Tsuzuku
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Footnote Corner
[1] = Yes (Russian)
Hello, everyone! My name is Yukari Wada. I'm still the newbie here, so nice to see you!
This is second time I write English fan-fiction (after Fatal Disgrace) and my sixth fan-fiction (after Hetalia Seals – Summer Shining, Tokutsubaki Fantasy - Zwei Date, Amnesia: Senbonka Students - Question, and HetaGuard - History of Future (Way of Re-create), which is published in Indonesian; and Fatal Disgrace), so as I told above, your advices are really appreciated! I'm so sorry if it's long and has cliffhanger in it, but since I really like this type of the story, it can't be helped! Since I'm already told many things above, maybe I don't need to retell those in this corner. Ah, I know if this type of the story isn't really popular, but I really want to write this!
With that, from Yukari, with peace!
