Disclaimer: I own nothing. I take no credit in characters. I only invented the storyline. Probably inspired by a lot of fanfics, simply because I read a lot of them ^^

Summary: Lives pass and memories fade. Merlin arrives at his new school and finds himself in the same class as Arthur. He already dreads the stupid jokes.
It's mostly Merlin-centric, but with some thoughts of Gaius thrown into it. Later on, I may write some chapters more Arthur-centric.

EXTRA: This will be a Boy x Boy fanfiction. Gay! Don't like, don't read, please! This fanfiction is an AU. Characters are reincarnated, so I changed some names a bit. This is also under the presumption that Merlin and Arthur had a secret relationship in their long forgotten, Arthurian past. ^^

see thanks at bottom of this page!!


Chapter Two: (still Monday)

Merlin dragged himself through his history class. He already studied this at his previous school, so he actually had nothing to do. Not to mention he always had a gift for learning. He remembered everything easily and sometimes seemed to have access to a whole library of knowledge. Merlin himself found this a bit creepy, but it came in handy. For all he knew, he had been a librarian in his previous life. Or something like it. Anyway, history progressed slowly. Merlin decided to look around the classroom and he tried to pick up what personalities were in his class. He saw some chatting girls, the typical gossipers that can be found in every school. Next to him, there was a really serious looking guy. He wore glasses and had a knitted sweater. Merlin could imagine him being someone who liked chess and mathematics. Or maybe languages and literature. A typical nerd, actually. In the middle of the class, there were a two very shy girls. The two guys who sat next to them, were slightly harassing them. One of them was the chuckling guy who made the first Arthurian joke about Merlin. Next to him was the teachers son, Arthur. Merlin didn't really know what to think of him. Normally he could make out a person's personality quite well, but Arthur seemed to have so much feelings inside of him, Merlin couldn't be too sure. He figured Arthur would be the typical macho-guy who had to defend his honour, because his father was a teacher. You know, keep up pretences and all. Acting more haughtily than everyone else. If that was even possible. Merlin concluded that Arthur was a very interesting person. Merlin could just feel how much was inside of him. He was so divers, a mixture of everything, Merlin couldn't even pinpoint what kind of person he was. He never felt it with any other person. Sure, some people were divers too, but not to this extent. It was as if multiple souls resided in Arthur. Merlin wondered what was up with that.

But then, all of a sudden, the bell rung and he had to stop thinking about Arthur. He had to get up and walk towards his next class, English. He hoped it would be more interesting than history. As soon as he stepped into the classroom, he had a feeling he was going to like it. His teacher was a tall woman, with dark, wavy hair that must reach her buttocks, when loose. Today, it was tied up as a partly bun, partly ponytail. It suited her, Merlin thought. As did her smile. As soon as she saw Merlin, she had this wicked look in her eyes and she smiled almost knowingly. But knowing what? Merlin did not really know, so he went to his seat and smiled back at her. Today, they were going over some poetry. Merlin loved poetry. You could say anything in it, but disguise it a bit. You could say anything, plain in sight. You could be a philosopher, you could be straight forward, you could be anyone in poetry. Merlin liked to write poetry. He could write all his feelings down, mostly for himself. He loved to search other words for a simple object or concept. Of course, writing about love was the most popular and also the hardest. How could you define love anyway? And you most certainly couldn't when you weren't in love yourself. The poem they were reading was about love. Such a deep and eternal love that it would haunt you even after you were dead. Love that was passion and heat. A love that was forbidden. So when the lovers were with each other, passion rose up in the air. Everything they felt had to come out in that single moment, for there was a possibility they wouldn't see each other anymore. Such a hidden and powerful feeling. It could be like magic.

Miss le Fay was asking students what they thought of the poem. Merlin blurted his thought out, without being asked.
'It's so deep and powerful, it's like magic.' Again, the teacher looked at him, with that smile and knowing look in her eyes. She nodded and then the bell rung again.
'Merlin, I would like to have a chat with you after school. Please come see me here.' Merlin nodded and went on to his next classes.

Arts was one of his favourite classes. It was like poetry. You could let yourself go, let your feelings out. They had to do a painting, a landscape specifically. Everyone was already halfway, but Merlin had yet to begin. But he didn't care and took out a paper and pencil. He was going to do a pencil draft first, to see were he ended up. Almost an hour later he had it done. But he was running out of time, so he asked his teacher, Miss Lake, if he could come work on it during lunch break. Merlin hurried to the cafeteria to eat, so he could start on the painting sooner.

The cafeteria was already crowded when he got there. But he managed to find a table which was empty, except for a girl with short brown hair.
'Hi, I'm Merlin. Do you mind if I sit here?' he asked politely.
'Oh. No not at all. Please sit down. I'm Gwen, by the way.' The girl said.
'It's very nice to meet you Gwen.' Merlin smiled a bit. Gwen seemed all right, not at all like the other arrogant students in his class.
'I bet. So you're the new student, right? How was it? Got picked on a lot? I was when I first came here. I'm actually poor, you see. I just go to school here, because my cousin teaches here. Morgan Le Fay. She teaches English.'
'Oh yeah, I know her. English was my second course. She seems a very nice person, though a bit strange. She looked at me like she already knew everything about me.' Merlin said, but realised his mistake. 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude or something. She's really nice.'
'Oh that's okay. She IS strange. Although she's strict most of the time. So beware, Merlin.' Gwen laughed. Merlin thought she had this really cute smile, and a twinkling in her eyes when she smiled.

They ate in silence then, and Merlin went up to his art class once again, to work on his painting. It was going to be a big medieval castle in the middle of gently sloping hills. It was something he used to draw pictures of a lot. But he stopped doing it a long time ago. Now, the picture just popped up in his head again. He had never painted it and wanted to give it a go. He still had an hour and a half to paint. Next class should be the final touches then. He started working, and about an hour later, his teacher came looking over his shoulder. She hummed approvingly and seemed to consider something for a moment.
'Have you perhaps seen any of the works of Arthur Praegon?' She asked slowly. Merlin cocked his head.
'No I haven't, Miss. Why?' Nimue was already rummaging through a closet. She came back with another painting.
'Well, Arthur likes to paint, too. He made this painting and I asked if I could keep it. I was very fond of it. And well… See for yourself.'
The painting also showed a castle. But instead of the sun, there was a giant moon shining and the castle was on fire. But it was the same composition, the same hills, and probably the same castle, only a bit more ravaged. Merlin blinked. They painted the same image? How was that possible? He was sure he never saw that picture.
'Curious, isn't it?' Nimue asked. Merlin just stood frozen and looked at the paintings in shock. This was creepy, he thought to himself.

At that moment, Arthur's head came looking around the doorframe.
'Miss Lake, I wondered if I could borrow some pencils, someone seems to have thrown my away.' There was a pause. 'What's wrong? What are you looking at?' Arthur approached the two stunned individuals and looked at Merlin's painting.
'What the hell, have you been looking through my sketchbooks, new boy?' Merlin just shook his head. Nimue held Arthur's painting next to Merlin's again. All three of them were stunned. Merlin thought: 'Maybe there's something bigger behind this all?' Arthur only thought it was weird. Nimue believed it was destiny.


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I Hope you all enjoyed chapter two. Now defined as 'the weird chapter' because of the paintings. I don't know how I came up with that..

I also wanted to cry and tell you I've missed the previous episode of the second Merlin season.. Because I suddenly had to go shopping and eating with my parents.. DAMNIT!!

And I can't find a decent episode on the internet!!! I can't watch it on bbc site, because I don't live in England. *Sighs and eats some delicious cookies, which I got from Mimilafee*

ANYWAY: here comes the THANK YOU VERY MUCHOS!!!

I would like to thank Authorqueen for her advice on longer chapter. I think everyone agrees.. But I'm not good at making longer chapters. So bear with me. I'll try.
also thanks to Daemon: did you like teacher Morgana? :D she's so freaky.
Thanks to SoraXNamine, OddKitty, unicorndiva and lukeandnoahobsession for supporting the potential in a reincarnation fic.
Thanks to Mimilafee for the delicious cookies. I enjoyed them very much! (like you can see above)