Well, folks, I've done it again. I've made myself another fanfic. And I'm actually enjoying this quite a lot and, although it will make you pity Roger and utterly hate Whammy, I hope that you will enjoy reading it, too.

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Chapter One: Transfer Student

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March 25th, 1951

Log of Roger Ruvie

13:25:50

Life in Winchester so far has been…uneventful. I miss the city life I lived in London, but Winchester does have a large forest I can look around for bugs in. Perhaps my collection will grow!

I will miss all my friends, though. And my old school. The teachers were quite fond of me there, and a private school seems so…stuffy.

Oh yeah, I'm in a new school now. A private all-boy's school located in Winchester. It's pretty close to the forest, so I can go out and explore during breaks! I'm so excited! My first class is going to start soon, and I'll be called in to be introduced in just a—

"You can come in now." The door was opened and a man smiled kindly at the teen. "Also, please put that away until after class, Mr. Ruvie." He walked back in.

The teen, a blonde-haired twelve-year-old with gray eyes, nodded and put his journal away before slowly stepping into the class, looking around nervously at all the students. Then he stood next to the teacher as he was introduced to the class.

"Class, this is Roger Ruvie. He's just transferred here from London, so he's going to need someone to show him around. Do I have a volunteer?" The teacher looked around, hoping to see raised hands, but no one did. "Very well, I'll choose someone." He sighed. "Quillish Whammy, will you do it?"

A brown-haired young adult that looked around eighteen years old looked over with a cold, blue eyed gaze that pierced the grey-eyed teen's very soul. "Sure." He said calmly, and then he looked back out the window, his chin on his hand.

"Well…uhm…" The teacher cleared his throat. "Mr. Ruvie, why don't you go sit in the seat next to Mr. Whammy?" He suggested, gesturing to the empty seat. He knew for the fact that everyone tried to avoid the brown-haired loner, but he had to have Roger sit somewhere!

"Thank you." Roger said softly, and then he walked past the desks and then sat at the seat next to his classmate. The class started and he leaned over slightly. "Uhm…Quillish?"

"Call me 'Whammy'. Only my friends call me by my first name." He said bluntly, not even looking his way. "And, what?"

"…Thank you for accepting to show me around." Roger said, looking at his desk. Gee, Whammy was a bit cold, wasn't he? He looked forward and focused on the board, but…it was a little…boring. He already knew all of this, after all. Still, he tried to pay attention.

"Tried" is the key word. He kept on having his mind wander back to the eighteen-year-old beside him. Once class was over, he picked up his bag and blinked when he saw Quillish walking past him. "Uhm…"

"What?" He looked over at him sharply, his gaze cold. "What do you want, Ruvie?"

"Y-You're supposed to show me around the school?" Roger said sheepishly, clutching his bag close.

Quillish looked at the young teen for a bit and them a small smile formed on his lips before he placed a hand on Roger's head and ruffled his hair. "That's right, I am supposed to. Now, come on. Don't make such a pathetic face." He wrapped his arm around Roger's shoulders and steered him out of the classroom.

"Uh oh." A boy spoke up as they walked out. "Looks like Whammy's targeting a kid!" He laughed and then others with him did the same. Quillish ignored them, but Roger felt very self-conscious and out-of-place.

'They're right…' He thought. 'I AM a kid. They're all almost adults, and I'm just barely a teenager…' He gripped his bag tighter. 'I hate being a genius!' He thought, closing his eyes tightly.

"Don't let it get to you." Quillish's voice brought him out of his thoughts. "They harass every newcomer, and hate me. They'll stop after a little while, so just ignore them until then."

Roger nodded and smiled, glad that Quillish was there to guide him along to pull him out of his thoughts like just now.

They walked all over the school, Quillish explaining what every room was and what it was for, and Quillish kept his arms around the smaller male's shoulders, making sure to keep him with him. By the time of their second class, Roger had already told him about his old home, his hobbies, and his favorite type of bug.

Quillish smiled and then his hand finally left Roger's shoulder when they reached the next class, his gaze cold again. Roger couldn't explain it, but he felt a sense of loss when the hand moved away. "Well, let's go in." He walked into the class and took his seat.

Rinse, wash, and repeat the first class's greeting, and he picked the spot next to Quillish in this class, too. By the end of the day, he'd discovered that he and Quillish shared every class, and the seat next to Quillish was always open.

Was it selfish to think he'd left it open for him? But then, that made Quillish seem even more mysterious and creepy than he already was. And he barely knew him!

As the others all went out and walked down the road to the city, Roger stood by the gate and watch a black limo drive up. 'Whoa.' He thought, blinking. 'Who is THAT for?'

"Right on time. As usual." Quillish's voice was heard and then Roger saw his new – could you really call them friends, when Quillish hadn't allowed him to call him by his first name yet? – classmate go over and climb into the limo when the door was opened for him.

"Ah…Whammy?" Roger blinked. "Is this…yours?"

Quillish smiled at him. "Yes. Do you need a ride home, Ruvie?" He asked, looking out at him. "Come on, it's quicker than walking. Unless you have a ride?"

"I-I don't." He climbed in with Quillish and clutched his bag close as the door was closed. Then he lifted his hands so Quillish could buckle his seat-belt for him and then he looked out the window. 'Wow. I'm in a real limo.' He thought in awe.

Quillish looked at him. "Do you want some tea?" He asked as he pulled out a table and supplies. Then he was heating up the water for tea, in the limo. Roger stared at it and then nodded quietly.

As they drove around, sipping tea, Roger looked out the window and frowned. "Whammy, we pa—"

"Call me 'Quillish'." Quillish cut him off abruptly.

Roger froze and looked at him, eyes shaking. "…Call me 'Roger'." He smiled.

Quillish smiled and nodded. "Then, Roger, what were you saying just now?"

"…I forget." Roger smiled sheepishly.

"Well, sit back and enjoy the ride. I'm sure you'll remember sometime." He shrugged and then sipped his tea, his eyes closed.

Roger smiled and then sipped his own. Fifteen minutes later, they were pulling up in front of Roger's house and he stepped out of the limo, waving happily to his new friend. "I'll see you at school tomorrow!" Roger called, waving before walking inside.

He went up to his room and opened his journal again, looking at the entry. 'I should finish it up.' He smiled and then picked up his pencil.

19:30:45

I'm at home now, after a long and peaceful ride with my new classmate and friend, Quillish Whammy. There is so much I don't know about him, but I get the feeling that we are going to get along quite nicely!

Roger Ruvie

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Before anyone asks, yes, I made Roger twelve and a genius. This was beaucse Whammy is six years older than Whammy, and for them to meet in school, Roger had to be very young and still be in the same school. Hence my making him a genius.