High School never ends

Anime crossover

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the anime's used in this story.

Chapter 1: You're being transferred...What the hell?

It had been a long, tiring day at Richlands High School for the Principal, Mr. Cloniger. All he wanted to do was go home and relax over the weekend. Just five more minutes and everyone would be heading home. He smiled and sipped his cold coffee, thinking about taking his son to the golf course with him on Saturday. Unfortunately, that was about to be ruined by a group of students in the school parking lot, who watched and shouted eagerly as two girls in the middle exchanged words.

He watched the group carefully, hoping that there wouldn't be a fight. But, his prayers went unheard. The two girls continued to exchange angry words before the girl on the left, who he recognized as Haley Barber, threw the first punch and the second girl tackled her to the ground. The second girl apparently was stronger, sending the other girl into the chanting crowd. He sighed and got up, leaving several of the teachers to watch from the windows.

Mr. Cloniger made his way through the still gathering mob of students, apologizing as he stepped on several peoples' feet. He just made it to the middle to see the Haley throw another punch and attempt to grab the hair of the second girl, only to be sent flying into the crowd again by another tackle. The second girl grinned and sent a punch to her gut, letting her fall to the ground before getting on top of her. She raised her fist, sending a punch to Haley's unshielded face.

A loud, sickening 'CRACK' echoed through the now silent crowd and the second girl stood up. Proud of her work, she turned on her heel and started to leave, but not before picking up a discarded black hat from the bloody ground. She placed it on top of her dark burgundy hair, contrasting against her fair skin and hazel eyes that burned with anger. "I'll be waiting in your office, Mr. Cloniger." The girl said as she passed him, her long, black coat tailing behind her. Two other girls stepped out of the crowd and followed her, silence surrounding all three as the walked into the brick building.

Mr. Cloniger stared at the files and the three girls in front of him, rubbing his temples to fight away a headache. "Let's see; Kim Burns." He turned to the girl in the left chair, her blue eyes simmering with annoyance behind her thin frame glasses. She was an average student, fairly good behavior, hardly got into trouble save for one or two complaints by a girl that had a grudge against all three. Her black hair curled gently at her shoulders, blending with the black shirt she wore. It was custom-made, with a white paw print with a cursive 'p' in the middle. Her jeans were dark blue, her converses dark red. Tan skin told him that she was a very active student, as he read from her file, having been in several sports clubs.

"Briana Stroll." The girl in the right chair stared blankly at the wall, brown eyes filled with boredom and a hint of mischief behind her black frame glasses. Her dark brown hair stood out against her pale skin and her clothes made her look even paler. Red and black seemed to be the colors of the day for these three. Briana's red shirt contrasted against her black jeans and black short-sleeved jacket, her red flip-flops making sounds as she moved around. He then turned his attention to the girl in the middle, her hazel eyes still burning with anger.

"And Abigail Pittman or should I call you 'Bloody Abi'?." The girl in the middle smirked at her nickname, her anger disappearing and arrogance surfacing. Her hazel eyes now had a mischievous look in them, hiding underneath her dark burgundy locks was fair skin just barely grazed with small scratches that had started to clot. Her clothes remained hidden beneath her long undertaker coat, only allowing her knee-high maroon converses show against her dark blue jeans. Her hands were hardly visible with the fingerless gloves she wore, but as she rolled up her sleeves slightly, he saw bandages that probably went all the way up to her shoulder.

Obviously, this girl had a hobby that not very many were keen about. Or brave enough to get involved in. As long as she didn't gamble with money or her life, he wouldn't have to worry about any behavior problems from her as he read her file. That is until he got to the complaint sheets from numerous girls, each one saying that she had done stuff that they had done themselves and attempted to pin the blame on her. Another smart kid who just had a bad reputation.

Abi cleared her throat to draw him out of his thoughts. "May we go home now? I need to feed Theodore, my pet rat." He raised an eyebrow, then peered down at her file. " After you tell why you beat Haley Barber up." A grunt of disgust and a glare of distaste from the mentioning of her name. "The plastic bitch started talking shit about my friends to their faces. I told her to piss off, but then she started talking shit to me. Me breaking her nose was a warning that she shouldn't mess with her elders." Abi was another brave student that cussed in front of the teachers. When asked about it, she shrugged and said 'Only cowards curse others behind their backs.'

"I see. Listen I know the three of you are good students, but something like this could get you expelled, Miss Pittman, and your friends in detention. I should d- ARE YOU THREE LISTENING TO ME?" All three teenagers gave him a look, as if to say 'What's it look like to you, dumb ass?' at the same time. Mr. Cloniger kept his cool but bit his lower lip, pulling several packets of paper and pamphlets out. "But I'm offering the three of you an alternative. The Blood Rose Academy has opened a program and is offering full scholarships to students from other schools." He paused for a moment, then grinned at their shocked faces. "In other words ladies, you're being transferred."

"HUNH?"
"WTF?"
"Oh, shit!"