I couldn't sleep until I finished this chapter.
Ch 2
The bell rang for the start of first period and the group went their separate ways. Link and Lyn discovered, to his agitation, that they both had history first with the new kid. They walked down the hall, Link still muttering under his breath about how he didn't like the new kid. They took their seats as far away from him and waited for the instructor.
"Hello class," the teacher said. "I'm Professor Emmerich and this is--"
"You have got to be kidding me! This guy is definitely gay."
The entire class roared with laughter at Links remark. Just as the professors' rage was about to boil over, the strange kid in front countered his remark.
"It takes one to know one."
The laughs turned to 'Oooh's as Link stood up, irritated.
"Hey punk! You got something to--"
"Mr. Hylia!" Emmerich yelled at last, "I will NOT have you disrupting my class! NOW SIT DOWN!"
Links face turned red as he sat down in shame.
Emmerich cleared his throat and continued "Now, for the attendance." He started to read off names. "Pitarus Archangel?"
The students quietly murmured. Gameon was a close-knit school; almost everyone knew each other, and this name was unfamiliar. Just then, the stranger in the front row raised his hand "That's me, but lets keep at 'Pit', bro?"
Emmerich looked annoyed at being called 'bro', but continued on. The rest of the class was uneventful, and in no time was over. As he was leaving, Link couldn't resist agitating Pit.
"What kind of name is Pitarus?" he said, snickering.
Pit, unfazed countered again "Yeah, what about Link?"
Pit ignored the pissed off teen and turned is attention to Lyn, the gears turning in his head. Removing his glasses, he gazed at her with his copper eyes, a look that would make the virgin goddess Artimis swoon. "Hey, what's a sweet girl like you doing with a jackass like him?"
Lyn naturally had a tough time talking to boys; she would always stutter when conversing with Marth, and she could barley get out a sentence when talking to Link or Ike. However, this stranger with the eyes like copper, all she could say was 'eeehhh…'. Pit put his glasses back on and became all business again. "Anyways, I have Auto shop with Mr. Strife; care to tell me where that is?"
Lyn, still blushing all kinds of red, managed to point the way to the class.
Link spoke up, "Don't think I've forgotten that you made me look bad in history, I should kick your ass!"
Pit threw his head back and laughed "I'm gonna let that go, because you don't know me well enough. If you did, the thought never would have crossed you!"
Link forgot about the kids' record and decided he had enough. He took a mighty swing at Pit's head; but it was over before it had started. In the blink of an eye, Pit had moved to put Link in a half nelson and a hand on his chest. Link felt cold metal through his shirt and froze in terror.
"You heard rumors about me?" He seethed. "Well they're all true. I killed a guy, and I will NOT hesitate to do it again!" He released Link and stoically walked away.
Auto class was unimportant; he had already known most of this stuff at age ten. It did give him to talk with the blue haired kid who seemed so interested in his bike. He showed him how to put a cold air return on his motorcycle as they talked about the clique of friends.
"Well, I take it you've met Lyn and Link."
Ike winced as Pit explained his run-in with Link.
"He will never let that go, now that you messed with his head."
"So, is that blond you were with your girlfriend?" Pit asked.
Ike laughed sadly. "No, Samus and I are just friends; you really do need to meet her."
Pit sighed. "Dude, I only just met you, but grow a pair and ask her out!"
Ike quickly changed the topic. "I heard about that moment with you and Lyn; funny as all hell, but don't go after her. She set her sights on my kid brother, though he doesn't know it yet. The last thing we need is another bad-boy-meets-good-girl Grease moment. (AN: all fanfics about high school need to poke fun at Grease.)
Pit laughed as he recalled the moment. "I'll keep my distance, but you need to worry about Isaac Vale."
As he was about to go into detail, the bell rang.
"Didn't catch your name?"
"Pit"
"Ike"
The two shook hands as they went their separate ways.
Pit departed to his next class; English. He had discovered that the blond one, Samus, was in his class; flirting with her was his dear best friend, Isaac.
Pit moved in next to them. "Back off, Isaac; she's already taken."
Isaac shirked away, mumbling about how the good ones are always taken or not into men.
Samus, relieved at Isaac leaving, struck up a conversation with her savior. "Hey, you're the new kid from this morning! I'm Samus."
Pit kissed her outstretched hand. "Pit. Charmed, I'm sure."
She broke out in a crazy grin. "Whoa there James Bond! You are worse flirt than that kid Isaac! Anyways, welcome to Gameon, the low point of the civilized world."
The instructor, a ravaged one-eyed man, entered in.
Samus leaned over to explain. "That's Snake; he might have a real name, but we call him by his black-opps one. Did you know he and Emerich were in the same unit? Apperently, they averted some robo-apocalypse..."
Pit stared her down to indicate she was rambling.
"Sorry! Anyway, he's a good guy, as long as you don't talk shit about Pearl Jam."
As Snake's back was to the class, a fire-headed kid in the front row stood up and whipped a knife at his head. Pit would have shouted something, but the teacher caught it between his fingers, without turning around.
"Really, Roy; after all these years, you still think you can hit me?"
The red head smiled. "Sorry Snake, but you know I need that A+."
"You could just work for it." Snake rebutted.
"What's the fun in that?"
Samus explained to a confused Pit that four years ago, Snake had challenged their graduating class to hit him. Anyone who succeeded would get an automatic 100% in his class. All have tried, and all failed; but some like Roy never give up.
Pit grinned devilishly and stood up. "Hey professor!"
Snake looked at him quizzically.
"Let me take a shot."
The students murmured and some snickered.
"What are you doing?!" Samus hissed.
Snake sighed. "You must be Pitarus. I assume you know the tradition. Have at me."
Pit circled the teacher, like a hunter stalking its prey. Snake eventually got bored and threw a lightning fast chop. Pit blocked and countered with a sweep kick that snake immediately dodged. The professor let loose a series of kicks and punches, which he sidestepped. Pit threw a feint and reached inside his jacket. As Snake came for another strike, Pit slashed out. Snake immediately stopped, and looked down at his arm. There was a deep cut on his arm, bleeding down.
The entire class was in shock: this kid had beat Snake! Then they all started chanting "Pitarus! Pitarus! Pitarus!"
The professor stared clapping, and then laughed. "That was amazing! You did it, you got the A+, and you can leave now."
Pit went back to his desk, getting a high-five from Isaac and a hug from Samus. "I think I'll stay; I want to see what you can teach me."
Snake grinned. He then started class, reading off attendance. Pit had recognized most of the names from his previous classes, but one stood out.
"Natalie Sheikah...sorry; Sheik?"
A girl he had never seen raised her hand from the back of the class; she did not look up from the manga she was reading.
She was wearing jeans and a shirt with an eye symbol. Her arms appeared to be bandaged up, as if she was in an accident of some sort.
"Who's she?" he whispered to Samus.
"Sheik; she's been kinda an outcast for the past 12 years."
"So you guys are really harsh on outsiders?"
"It's not like we're mean to her. I tried to be her friend in seventh grade, but she said I was a slut, so I punched her."
"I see..."
"She is just really...dark."
Pit wanted to inquire more, but the bell for lunch rang.
