Author's Note:

This story had been in my head for a while because I want to wait for the character's name to reveal first before pouring it out which was very devastatingly took a long time for me. What annoys me more is that they don't reveal his first name! Oh well, I can't wait anymore. I have to write something or else my English will become choppy and ugly again.

Pairing: Cheslock/Gregory Violet

Warning: A few bad languages here and there, nothing mature. (I still can't write lemon even though I have it on my mind.)

Disclaimer: The characters in here all belong to Yana Toboso, I only borrow them for the sake of my beloved fantasies.

Last word, enjoy~

The Savior

It was a new year in Weston College.

And it was raining hard.

Some of the students groaned at the bad weather, they expected clear blue skies and bright shiny day greeting them on their first year in school, or another year for the seniors. But a certain hooded student thought the opposite.

"What a nice day to start", said a melancholic student. Gregory Violet, Prefect of the Violet Wolf House where students who achieve in arts gathered, was walking down on the side road with umbrella on his hand and his finished school holiday project on the other, looking quiet bored, though his mood was actually good because of the rain. To him, this weather was actually very lovely; the sound of thousand tiny splashes that surrounded him and the chilly atmosphere that embraced him had been his few of favorite things. He was enjoying himself, walking quite slowly. Violet was so very deep in his own pleasure that he was startled when he heard a very close sound of a speeding cart and turned around to find it was running toward his direction. No, he wasn't afraid of the idea of being run by the speeding cart; he was safe on the sidewalk. What he feared was that the heavy rain had made a lot of big puddles of water. He feared that his school project would be ruined because of some stupid speeding cart happened to splash on him. He had drawn the project ten times before finally satisfied with his drawing. But the cart was very near and his mind was only thinking of one word.

"…bullocks…"

He closed his eyes and braced himself for the inevitability.

A boy had figured out the situation sooner and ran to Violet's safety. He stood in front of him and used his umbrella as a shield just as the cart ran on to the puddle near the helpless student.

SPLASH!

Violet opened his eyes in shock. He didn't feel the cold water hit him. He looked to his side and saw a student standing with his umbrella in front of him. The student then brought his umbrella up again and turned to Violet. Violet still couldn't digest what was happening, he could only stare in shock at the student who had just saved him from his damnation.

"You okay?" the question was what awake him from his shock. Violet then examined the boy; he wore his dorm cloak, he had a white faux hawk hair style that he guessed was bleached with black shaved hair on the sides, the boy also wore earrings on both ears, he also have a tattoo that looked like a scar on his left face that ran from his eye to his chin, the student also carrying a small case on his back – that he soon found out it was a violin case. After a few seconds of silence, Violet stated the obviousness.

"You're wet." The boy was startled, he looked at himself.

"Oh, I am. No problem though, I heard that the school provide spare uniforms in case something like this happens. Glad you're okay. Is your painting safe?" the boy asked, looking at Violet's canvas. Violet instantly checked on his canvas and he mentally sighed in relief when he felt that his painting was still dry.

"It's dry." Violet smiled a little, though his savior didn't notice. The boy smiled widely at the statement.

"Good to hear that. I better get going. Be careful next time." The boy then turned around and jogged to the school. Violet stared on the boy's back. Violet still didn't move from his spot even after the boy turned to a corner and entered the school's gate. After a moment of silence, he realized something.

"The school didn't provide extra robe."

It was tea time, Violet got himself ready to go to the Swan Gazebo for the daily prefect meeting, though it wasn't exactly a meeting, more like where the prefects and their fags hanged out and exchanged information. Violet took his umbrella and sketchpad and went to the main door. On the way, he met a student he knew for a while now. Lockhart was a year below Violet and persistently following Violet around whenever he could. He wasn't Violet's fag, but acted like one. The boy ran to him.

"Violet! Going to the gazebo?" asked Lockhart.

"Yes", said Violet monotone.

"Sorry to bother you, but I have an information for you to hear. I heard that there's a new student who just broke the school rules on his first day", he said. That caught Violet attention.

"New student?"

"I didn't want to give you false information, so I searched for him. And the rumor was true, I saw him walking around the school nonchalantly without his robe. Can't you believe that?! Are you going to give him Ys?" asked Lockhart. Violet doubtfully guessed who the new student that Lockhart mentioned was.

"What does he looked like?"

"He has a ridiculously looking faux hawk hair." And that was all Violet needed to confirm his doubt.

"… I see. I'll deal with that later", said Violet.

"What?! You can't do it later! You have to immediately punish him. What if the next day, he wears his robe and says that he didn't do it?"

"No, he wouldn't."

"How can you be so sure?" and Violet didn't even know. He just felt that this troubled new student wasn't the type to tell lies. Looking back to the purple haired boy in front of him, he just couldn't give him that answer; that would just lead to another question.

"Many students saw him today, so it would be impossible for him to lie", explained Violet. He really wanted the boy to just shut up and leave him alone. He was getting sick of standing and he wanted to feel the rain again.

"You're right. Alright then! Sorry to bother", the boy seemed satisfied with the answer, then left. Violet silently sighed in relief.

Violet then continued his walking to the main door. When he opened the main door, the chilly air greeted him, he shivered a bit. Oh, how he love this feeling. He opened his umbrella and walked down the stone stairs. Unsurprisingly, near the Purple House gate stood two young men, talking to each other; one with green waistcoat, the other normal black. By the sound of his footsteps, the slightly older man turned and greeted Violet.

"You took longer to come out than usual", stated the one in green waistcoat. Herman Greenhill, Prefect of the Green Lion House where students who achieve in martial arts and sports gathered. Despite being from different house, Greenhill would usual came to pick him up. He already told him many times that he was capable of going alone, but it was hard to talk to a brick, so Violet let him do whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't disturb him in any way. The one beside him was Edward Midford, Greenhill's fag.

"Something happened in the dorm", replied Violet. "And don't ask. You can start asking after we arrive at the gazebo", added Violet sternly, still looking bored, as he continued walking to the gazebo, the other two followed.

At the Swan Gazebo, the other prefects had already arrived. Violet pulled down his umbrella and went to his designed seat; the other two went to stand on their designed spot.

"You're late", stated a blue haired prefect without taking his eyes from his book. Name's Lawrence Bluer, Prefect of the Blue Owl House where students who achieve in studies gathered. Beside him stood Clayton, Bluer's fag.

"Hmm", was Violet's only replied as he started drawing.

"Now, now, Lawrence. No need to be so tight up. I'm sure Gregory has his reason. Right, Gregory?" said a flashy blonde. That was Edgar Redmond, Prefect of the Red Fox House where exceptionally high birth students gathered.

"You're violating the rules, Redmond", reminded Lawrence.

"There's no teachers around, so relax for a bit~", said Redmond.

"How in the world did you become a prefect?" sighed Lawrence.

"Here's your tea, Redmond", a beautiful boy behind Redmond's sofa offered the tea. He was Redmond's fag, Maurice Cole.

"Why, thank you, Maurice. You're tea is the best", praised Redmond.

"This is the only thing I could do for you", said Cole smiling sweetly. "I could make you some too, Violet", offered Cole.

"No, thank you. But I would like your cake", replied Violet as he continue to draw.

"Sure, you can have some. I made a lot today~", Cole cheerfully handed the cake to Violet.

"My fag is the best. Don't you think so, gentlemen?" asked Redmond proudly. Greenhill then remembered the earlier conversation with Violet.

"Since we already arrived at the gazebo, care to explain us what happen in the dorm, Violet?" all eyes were on Violet almost instantly.

"…delicious." Violet exclaimed, obviously didn't hear what Greenhill just asked. This irked the Green House Prefect.

"Violet! Don't change the subject!"
"Huh?" was all that Violet said as he turned to Greenhill when he heard his sudden outburst. Redmond laughed, Cole giggled, Bluer shook his head, Clayton sighed, Greenhill face-palmed and Midford sweat-dropped.

"Oh, Gregory. Aren't you cute?" said Redmond, all of the people in there didn't notice Cole's passing darkened aura.

"Please get serious for once, Violet. Someone will surely going to take you down with that carelessness of yours", sighed Greenhill tiredly. Violet just kept munching his cake.

"So, back to the ignored question. What happen today, Violet?" asked Bluer.

"Someone didn't wear his robe today", said Violet flatly as he licked the fork clean.

"Let me guess. New student?" Redmond offered.

"Yes."

"Trouble on his first day? That's horrible", said Cole. Violet only hummed.

"Are you even worried?" Greenhill asked. The look that Violet gave him answered his question, Greenhill sighed. He could scold Violet for not being serious on carrying his prefect duty, but he already done that to the point he wanted to head-bang his head on the concrete, hard. So he gave up on Violet, but he still hoped Violet would get serious one day – even if the matter wasn't serious.

After a few minutes later with Redmond "harassing" Bluer with Clayton and Cole as the spectators, Greenhill yelling at Midford for being such a sap and to man up (A/N: I saw Midford as the type to easily depressed… sorry…), Violet silently took Redmond's last cake, they ended the meeting and went back to their respective dorm.

Violet was in his study room, sitting in front of his canvas as he painted. The room was quite dim, but still seeable. Violet was being accompanied by the sound of rain, pattering on the window. Violet looked at his painting as he examined if he was missing something before adding the final touch. Just as he finished, a knocked was heard.

"Are you in there, Violet?" a familiar voice asked. The knob was turned and the door was pushed open to reveal purple haired student.

"Yes?" asked Violet. He looked back at the painting and wrote something on it.

"Mr. Principal is looking for you", said Lockhart.

"I'll be there", said Violet. Lockhart exited the room and closed the door. Violet stood up from his stool and examined his painting one more time. Smiling in content how it turned out just the way he wanted, Violet went to the door and exited the room.

The painting was a picture of a drenched student with a big bright smile and an umbrella above him as he stood in the rain. On the bottom right side of the canvas was written.

"The Savior"