Here is chapter two everybody! Still no input on pairings, so what did you guys think of last chapter? I'd apreciate some input. Now on to the story!
I hear the quiet, fast paced patter of water hitting a shower floor somewhere nearby. My eyes open involuntarily. I sit up and take in my surroundings. Everything seems overly bright. Then I notice beds balanced on top of each other on either side of my head. They seem to be kept somewhat level by using books, strategically placed nicknacs, and sheer optimism. How they haven't fallen by now I will probably never truely understand. A dresser in the corner near the door has it's drawers hanging open. Most of the items that prop up the precariously balancing.. pile probably came out of those drawers. There are also a few posters of various bands that I don't recognise. On a wall directly across from me is a closed oak door. It's very similar to the main door. It must lead to the bathroom because as I get closer, the sounds of the shower gets louder. I peer through the window between the two 'bunk beds' and I can't believe my eyes. Trees! Actual growing trees! Grass too. Then I see the sky! Its so... BLUE! I could just stare for hours. Little bright white clouds drift slowly through that expanse of blue. I'd seen pictures, but to see them like that, just floating there.. Something taps me on the shoulder. I spin around in a flash. Sharp and with my arms up, ready for a fight. Her finger hovers in the air, and her eyes look huge. She must have noticed my relief, because she relaxes a little.
The hand comes down, and a faint blush spreads across her cheeks. The girl can't be a full inch shorter then me. Her long golden hair is still damp but dry enough to show it's color. I take in her lavender eyes, tight abdomen, and muscular legs are all in one look. She is so undeniably beautiful. Almost unreal. Her eyes narrow as she follows my gaze. I stutter trying to think of something -anything at all- to say to her. She smirks. It would have looked a little nasty on anyone else. On her, even that looks appealing.
"What's up, New Guy?"
Her voice sounded low and oozed a sultry confidence.
I grit my teeth a little. I'm not..
"Hi, New Girl!" I say matching her tone, "I'm not actually the new one here, you know!"
She chuckles at that.
"New to me."
I'm n.. yeah okay.
"Touche."
Her chuckle warmes to a real smile.
"I'm supposed to bring you to the Headmaster. Help you find your way. With being a new student at the school and all.."
She saunters towards the door. I remove my eyes from her.. everything, and stare at the ceiling- the carpet- anything. In my mind I still see her hips, her legs, her waist, her .. everything.. that is just heavenly.
"Hello... Remnant to Stevie!" The unnamed girl waves her hand in front of my face. I must have zoned out.
"Huh?" I say, "Oh sorry, thinking about stuff." I feel so lame...
"Okay, but let's get going already. You must be hungry, right? Let's stop by the cafeteria!" she rattles.
"I think I'll actually take you up on that."
After all.. breakfast with a pretty blonde, what could possibly go wrong? We leave the room, and I turn down a familiar hallway. It's brighter in daylight, but I still remember the way. I let her lead anyway. The view is well worth it. We arrive at a pair of doors with "Cafeteria" in bold black lettering. It makes a stark contrast to the white walls. We push past the doors and enter utter rampaging devastation. That is what those dark letters should have read: Galloping Chaos.
My companion eagerly jumps into the fray. I struggle to dodge the random foods and colorful cans of soda flying in my general direction. I set myself behind an overturned table. These guys play rough! Several unopened soda cans sit next to me in a neat pile. Innocently waiting for me to pick one up, and add to the masterpiece of mayhem that is the cafeteria. No. No no no. NO! I'm not a child! I've killed people! I don't act like a kid at Christmas. Why would I do something so... childish? The cans gleam in their little stack. A ginger kid in platemail goes flying by me. He crashes into the wall behind me with a shriek. Then he laughs. How long has it been since I've heard anyone laugh like that? Okay. The heck with this! Let's do this! I grab several cans and stick them in my pockets. Then I move to another table like the one I was hiding behind. Also overturned, but with a much better view of the room. A blonde boy dodges and moves into my line of sight. He holds a baguette. I don't know about eating that one for breakfast, but it seems to work pretty well as a cudgel! I take aim and throw three cans. Whap. Whap. Whap. Fwoosh! They all create fountains on inpact. Woah, these things.. Then the boy falls to the ground. Huh.
I grab his baguette and crack open one of the sodas not all shaken to Hell. It fizzes, and a little runs over my hand. I guzzle the whole thing down. Drops on my fingers and all. That's when I notice it.. what the Hell? Why isn't my geiger counter going off? I wave the can in front of my pip boy. Nope. Not a blip. No radiation! It's obviously on, and just as obviously reads no radiation. Wow! I didn't know you could clean radiation from cola! Whatever. It tastes great!
By the time I was done with my little internal monologue there were only two teams left standing. One team minus one member defending a makeshift fortress, and Ruby's team. I jump into the frey, throwing one of the homemade canister grenades at the wall. It blasts open, but I pry at it open with my 'sword' to get a little more out of it.
The first person I face is a boy with black hair with a pink streak, he has two smaller loaves of bread. I block his first two hits with my own baguette. parrying him to my side, I slam two 'grenades' into his back. I stagger a bit myself, but he's down and isn't getting back up. My moment of satisfaction is cut short by a sizable watermelon flying inches past my head, followed by insane laughter. Turning, I see a red-head with several baguettes cackle gleefully. What's up with all the bread? The owner of the rather scary laugh is no taller then Weiss. Her short ginger hair sweeps forward as she's swinging a metal bar with a watermelon on the end. "Kill the intruder!" she shouts. Then she laughs loudly as she swings the morning-melon-star at my head in an arc. A shiver skitters up my spine. I wouldn't want to meet her in a dark alley! Red-head throws a baguette, and I take it to the chest. Better than a Melon tipped morningstar to the head!
I wonder if maybe I'm a little in over my head when I struggle to keep my balance. I feel myself tilt a little more as a turkey comes to my aid. I turn and see the blonde from earlier. She has two roast turkeys. One on each of her fists. One of them is the one touching my side, stopping me from falling on my behind. She grins. What is -wrong- with this school? Whatever! I'm not about to turn down help! I straighten myself, then we both charge back in with a roar. I block the first couple of swings from the bread weilding red-head. Then she kicks me in the knee. I might not actually know the rules to this game, but I distinctly feel she just broke one, or at least dislocated some along with my kneecap. I lock my knees and hit her in the stomach with my 'sword'. There! Then I hug her. I watch confusion flit across her face. I can't hold back a smile as I pull all of the pins on my 'grenades'..
Next thing I know im looking at a glass ceiling. Soda drips down lazily. I'm flat on my back, and my muscles scream with the slightest movement. Then a stern face floats into my field of vision. Keen eyes boring into mine. Uh-oh.
"Your first day here, and you get into a fight." He says, "Are you looking to get yourself expelled before being admitted to my school?"
Gulp! I sit up a little, whether my muscles like it or not.
He paces a bit, but his eyes stay glued to mine.
"Most of my students are not quite that efficient."
"I didn't start it!"
"You certainly joined in."
"No one was actually hurt on my account."
I wasn't actually completely sure of that to be honest. I didn't hear any sirens though, neither ambulance nor law enforcement. I figured I was probably telling the truth.
"Hmm.. I'll grant you that." He stops pacing long enough to look me over head to toe. "Here's what, I think I'll give you my aproval to become a student here. Most of your classes will be alongside your new.. friends. Save, of course, for some of the more obvious ones." he says.
"Like which?" I ask.
"Basic Dust. Auric Control. You know, that sort of thing.." he answers matter of factly. I just have enough time to think "Auric what? Dust? What's all THAT?" when the lines around his eyes crinkle. He laughs, deep and hearty, and I feel my cheeks start to burn. Right, walked right into that one, didn't I?
"Okay, so can I take a history class then?"
"Certainly," Laughter still lurks in those crows feet in the corners of his eyes,"You look like you have questions?"
"Yes! Where -the Hell- am I?"
I take a breath.
He says nothing.
"Sir." I add.
He still says nothing.
"Look, there are actual -growing- trees here! And grass! And puffy white pillows in the sky, the blue sky! There is no atomic residue in anything, none! Not anywhere! I.. Yes, I need answers!"
His eyes widen for only a fraction of a second, but I see it. Surprise. The freaking Headmaster has NO IDEA what's going on either! I groan.
He gets over his surprise quickly enough though. His face slides smoothly back into the mild expression of interest he wore earlier. Nothing else. I wish I had a poker face like his! I wonder what it means for him to loose control of it for even a moment, like he just did.
Then he nods. He looks like he is answering a question. His own, mine, or maybe even the ones I didn't ask, I don't know.
"Tell me," He asks me quietly, "What -exactly- do you mean by 'atomic residue'? It seems you may have more answers than I do, young man."