Chapter 2 - Schoolroom Scuffle

"And you didn't do your homework last night?" Pardonne scolded.

"I did my home, I just had trouble on one problem!" Nana protested, sounding as though she was pleading innocent to murder rather than not finishing the work for the day.

The boy sighed. "Which one?"

"This one, number sixteen," she said, pointing to the algebraic problem in her math book. "I thought that if I multiplied the radius by pi and the squared it, I would get the answer, but it didn't work."

"That's either because you either multiplied wrong or you accidently pressed in too many numbers," he spoke. The girl listened quietly as her classmate explained to her on how to finish the problem. Carefully gazing her eyes from the paper, brown eyes studying the boy. Maybe it was just her imagination, but the image of him in her mind made a slight blush crawl its way across her face.

"Got it?"

"Yes, thank y-"

A sharp kick to her chair made her freeze in mid-sentance. Vice walked by the two, golden orange eyes glaring intently at the other boy. Her eyes shifted away from his, while Pardonner silently challenged the other's authority by simply glaring back. This action caused the other teenager to stop in his step and faced the other.

Nana's heart began to pick up pace, fearing the situation. Was Pardonner going to stand up to him?

As though answering her thoughts, Pardonner stood up so that he was eye to eye with Vice. Neither looked like they were going to back down. "Apologize," he spoke.

"It was an accident. I don't need to apoligze just because my foot slipped," Vice answer in a calm and deadly tone. Nana didn't know if she needed to move away from the scene or just stay still and hope for the best.

"It would still be courteous if you apologized," Pardonner insisted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. It was true, he wasn't going to submit to the other.

"My. Foot. Slipped," the golden-orange eyed gritted through his clenched teeth. Fists balled up at his side. The wild black haired boy was ready and primed for a fight, and it was not going to be pretty.

Nana began to move her books into her bag slowly. The girl wanted nothing more than to simply be out of the way when it began.

"Apologize."

WHAM! One single punch sent Pardonner sprawling backwards onto her, and she struggled to move. In an instant, Vice had one hand wrapped on the boy's uniform and began to punch, uncaring of whether he actually struck the boy or her. Her arms went up to protect her face as Pardonner attempted to block the strikes that went her way.

She could hear shouts and the shuffling of desks. Thin arms wrapped Vice's waist and pulled the boy off the two. Without hesitation, he turned on the one who had dared to stop him. Nana could see crimson hair and realized it had been Ultimo. He, however, was not letting himself go down without a fight. Fists flew, the two beating each other.

"Nana!" she heard someone yell. Gentle hands carefully pulled her out from between the desk and her protector. "You alright?" She looked up to see Mizho's blonde pigtails and Parrasse's wrapped hands.

"I-I'm okay," she answered.

In the moment of her looking away, several of the student had managed to pry away Ultimo and Vice from each other, many of the ones receiving a bruise or a black eye from Vice. Ultimo, much like Pardonner, had been battered terribly. Blood slid down his lip where a good punch had split the skin open and was bruised in several places. His crimson hair had been messed, probably from Vice had gotten a good handful of it and yanked.

Vice, on the other hand, carried a black eye. He rubbed his ear where Ultimo had boxed him, never once taking his eyes off the boy. He, like Ultimo, had his shirt slightly torn away. A small part of his chest had been reveiled, showing off well trimmed muscles beneath.

He carried his glaring gaze between the two boys, looking as though unsure of where to strike next. Muscles rippled beneath the skin, fists clenching and unclenching themselves. The teenage boy reminded her of an attack dog, the ones that they used in horror movies like Resident Evil.

Golden orange eyes quickly moved from the two boys to her, and she instinctively moved behind Parrasse. It wouldn't do much if he came after her, but it felt better than having his piercing eyes upon her. Vice said and did nothing but simply watch her. She kept eye contact with everything around him but his own eyes.

The entire class lay in what seemed like a neverending silence. Even Yamato seemed unsure of what to do at the moment. Was Vice going to start up again or leave once the fight hadn't gone his way?

"Fuck this shit, I'm out of here," he growled, stalking from the classroom. Slamming the door behind him, everyone in the room emmitted a sigh of relief. Nana quickly removed herself from behind Parrasse and moved over to Ultimo and Pardonner, both nursing their wounds.

"Uru-kun, Pardonner, are you alright?" she asked, worried.

"I'm fine," the black haired boy spoke. "I'm just bruised. I'm sorry he got you too."

"Huh?" she asked.

"There's a spot on your shoulder that he made contact with," he said. "You don't remember feeling it because you were pinned beneath me and terrified. It'll be bruised tomorrow."

She nodded in awknowledgement and turned towards the other. "Uru-kun, you okay?"

The crimson haired boy only nodded, rubbing his arms. He seemed to be trying to pull his sleeves down, as though hiding something. Nana noticed small breaks in the flesh, a semicircular mark made of of spots. Teeth marks. "Did Vice bite you?" she asked in shock. Again, Ultimo nodded. The teenage boy didn't make eye contact, constantly averting his eyes.

"I'll take Ulti and Pardonner to the nurse's office," Yamato stated, placing his hands on the crimson boy's shoulders kindly. "Would you like to come with?" he asked, nodding towards the bruise on her neck.

"No, no. I'll be fine, I swear."

She watched as Yamato lead the two boys from the room just as the teacher, Kazakumi-san, entered. The middle aged man took one look at the classroom throuh his thin glasses, seeing the current state of chaos and dissaray. "Vice again?" he asked. Everyone nodded.

"Well, please take your seats," Kazakumi ordered, taking his own place at the desk in front. "Let's start the day."

As the man started with his lecture, Nana couldn't help but notice the beaten canvas bag sitting on the floor next to her desk. A green V had been labeled on one side, beaten and worn for wear from constant misuse. Absently mindedly, she moved the bag underneath her desk. 'I'll give him his bag back after school,' she decided.

She also hoped that doing so wasn't going to be a big mistake, either.

Please review, I'm sorry if anything is OOC or MarySue ish.