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Boxer lay snoring obnoxiously loud in his bed.
He was told to go to bed early last night, but like a total douchebag he completely ignored his brother and Suspender and spent the rest of that night out.
The only courteous thing he figured he did was book a room at a dilapidated motel for a quick, and better fuck than last time.
Yet his would-be considerate act would go unnoticed and would also, probably, result with another earful.
Boxer jerked himself awake when he felt a pain in his middle. Blinking back the fog he looked up and saw Socks baring down on him with his usual disdain.
On Boxer's stomach was a box that he found contained a white dress shirt, plaid pants, and black jacket, neatly folded.
"What's all this?" He asked.
"Your uniform," Socks sighed. "However, don't blame me if it doesn't fit properly. I gave it my best guesstimate."
"Do I have to put it on now?" Boxer groaned.
"Yes," Boxer turned at the hardness in Socks's tone and realized that Socks was already in his uniform, clutching his stuffed cat, Bones, under his arm. "Hurry the fuck up or we're going to be late."
Boxer gazed down at his uniform, then back at his brother, and grinned the shittiest of shit-eating grins imaginable.
He had quite the knack for it.
"Could you give me, like, five more minutes, bro?"
Socks responded with a grin of his own.
"Do you honestly think I would honor that, after you cut into my sleep only a day before?"
"Hey! I did you a favor and went to a motel this time!"
"'This time'? Oh is that why you were late coming home last night?" Socks spat. "I should have figured as much, considering it's you. I almost feel sorry for the girl that had to go and contract the fifty different STDs you're carrying."
"Go fuck yourself in the ass with a giant horse dildo, I ain't wanna hear your shit so goddamned early in the morning!"
"You know a giant horse dildo would have been a much better alternative for that poor woman, but like I said, I don't feel sorry for her," Socks waved his hand, dismissing the matter. "Just get your whore-ass up before I spring Suspender on it. You know she favors the studded belt first thing in the morning."
Socks allowed himself a sadistic smile at the thought before leaving Boxer to get dressed.
Boxer shuddered, but more so because that smile might have held other implications.
Daten's high school was newly refurbished, and bustling with activity in the throes of early autumn.
Though, however lively the student body may be today, overhead something ominous definitely loomed; it was only made worse when days ago some of the students started to go missing without a single trace. Naturally Daten's police force was called on to investigate the students' disappearance, but after speaking with and interviewing every possible suspect with relations to those that went missing, they came out none-the-wiser. Search dogs were unable to pick up any scent.
No one knew anything, and if they did, they weren't talking.
Suspicions arose, and the highly superstitious principal of Daten High was forced to seek divine help from the church.
She had been a stout, gray-haired woman, meek and stuttering. It's a wonder how anyone could have taken her seriously at all.
Nevertheless, the younger of the angel brothers saw her plight and offered to help.
Now she waited with bated breath as the school day started anew.
"It was difficult to find a uniform that came even remotely close to your size, you know this don't you?" Said Socks, glaring sidelong at his brother as he (Boxer) drove Mink toward the high school.
"Yeah, you keep tellin' me, as if I can't fucking hear!" Boxer barked in irritation.
"I reiterate, because you refuse to wear it properly," Socks said, huffing. "Once we get out of the jeep, I'll have to fix it for you, again."
He bit out the word "again" with a little extra venom.
Boxer wore the high school uniform shamelessly, thinking it might have made him look "cool":
He left the shirt's buttons undone, leaving the toned flesh of his chest and abdomen exposed.
What's more, he forewent the plaid necktie that he found also came with the whole uniform, and the same patterned pants hung an inch lower than his waist, revealing the hem of his boxer shorts.
"I can wear it any kind of way I want, it's on my back." Boxer responded, lifting his chin with a toothy grin.
"Why in the Heaven's name did God have to saddle me with a pathetic excuse for an older—older—brother like you," Socks said, brandishing the high school's brochure at his brother like a weapon.
Socks made a point to actually read it, unlike his brother.
"But you, at the very least, remember that we're not here to announce ourselves as angels. We're incognito. We don't want to cause a scene or widespread panic, it will only hinder—"
Socks was rudely cut off as Boxer pressed the accelerator, flooring it with a maniac look in his eye.
He drove with reckless abandon, making a stellar, property-damaging entrance on school grounds, into the school building.
He all but rammed Mink through solid concrete wall.
Mink was super reinforced. He was fully capable of handling collisions of that nature, and worse when need be.
But this was not needed, and, predictably, the angels—Socks unwittingly—garnered the attention of roughly the entire student body and staff.
The lucky ones managed to escape being buried under mountains of debris and avoid injury.
It seemed virtually impossible for Mink to fit into the hallway as he did, but he did, with nary a scratch or scuff mark on him.
Boxer stepped out of the jeep and patted the hood of it fondly.
"That's my baby." He said.
"Subtlety, motherfucker, do you know of it?!" Socks bellowed, opening the door with excessive force in order to clear away bits of rubble and student.
He ignored the gaping mouths and wide-eyes as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone.
"I might have dated the whore, but it didn't end well." Boxer replied, snickering.
"None of your relationships end well," Socks glanced over his shoulder, scowling.
He sent two lengthy texts to both Suspender and the principal, apologizing profusely to her about the damage (but making no plans to pay for any of the expenses in repair out of his own wallet).
"Right then, the direct approach it is." Socks sighed, shoving his phone back in his pocket.
He surveyed the surrounding area, noting every face that stared back at him.
All ya'll motherfuckers ugly! Socks thought with a grimace.
It had not been what he expected.
Most weren't even wearing their uniforms, let alone properly!
Just the sight of these ungrateful, and no doubt unruly delinquents made Socks's stomach churn unpleasantly.
He wanted to vomit.
"If they're not even gonna wear their uniforms, why should we?" Boxer said, coming up to stand beside his brother, arms crossed.
He smirked and reached for the ends of his shirt in an attempt to lift it over his head.
Naturally, the female portion of their onlookers went crazy as Boxer began what acquainted to a strip tease.
He even gave them all a wink as he did it.
"Keep it in your pants, we're not here to breed, we're here to exterminate." Socks restated firmly, putting an end to his brother's nonsense hurriedly.
"Hell yeah, but who says we can't do both at the same time?" Boxer howled his excitement.
"I say we can't, because it'll take that much longer."
"I can bear the wait if it means I can have a couple fucks on the side."
"I'm afraid to say I don't share your sentiments. And being seen with you is ruining my beautiful image," Socks forced Boxer back a few paces. "Kindly keep within said distance of me, or farther if it helps, while we're here."
"What? I can't even be close to my bro? Don't you need me?" Boxer clapped his hands together, batting eyelashes but stopping short to rub them as it irritated his eyes to do so. "Fuck..."
"Brother, YOU need ME." Socks said, rolling his own eyes.
Boxer placed his hands at his hips and snorted at the comment, turning up his nose with a cocky attitude.
He made a show of peering through the crowd, lifting a hand to his forehead.
Acquiring his target: a meek little Ginger with a slightly thick frame, clacking her knees together, obviously distraught.
He straightened his back and strutted over to her location.
|He pulled her to him aggressively, a hand round her waist and subtly creeping lower.
"'Sup?" Boxer said coolly.
"I, I, I—!" She stuttered in response.
"Listen, my brother and I are new here, so if ya don't mind my askin'," he leaned in especially close, and his voice took a huskier sort of tone. "How's about you showin' us the ropes, eh?"
"W, w, what?" The girl made her first, fatal mistake of looking Boxer in the face.
It shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone that angels were exceptionally beautiful creatures—not a blemish or imperfection on their awesome and holy visage.
It goes without saying how someone with such an attitude and disregard and respect for others could win the hearts of the women he'd already slept with.
And there were many.
It seemed this pitiable girl would be no different.
"'What'? I'm askin' you to show me and my bro around," Boxer had to keep from rolling his eyes at having to explain further. "You can do that, can't ya? I'll even give you a reward for your trouble." Boxer said, revealing a bit more skin with a shrug of his shoulders.
"W, what!?" Her face at the moment could have made the sun envious of her.
The shade was an astounding vermillion, and almost blinding in luminosity.
"What? What? He wants your tender butt-meat, madam." Socks responded to her in a dull, deadpanned tone, enough to dim the light emitting from her heavily freckled face significantly.
"What?!" She shrieked in a panic.
"Motherfucker! I dare any of ya'll to say 'what' one more time!" Boxer hollered, finally losing his cool.
He removed his hand and the girl was sorry for it.
"W, w, w, w, wait...!" She said in an impressive imitation of the principal's own stutter.
"What?!" Boxer caught and mentally slapped himself.
"Goddammit...," he muttered, covering his mouth and managing to look sheepish.
"Y, y, y, you... I mean, just... WHO are you?"
"I—" Boxer began, but was instantly cut off by his brother's interjection.
"Excuse him," Socks began, elbowing Boxer and drawing the girl's attention to himself instead. "My name is Socks Anarchy, we're new here."
He extended a hand in friendly gesture.
The girl hesitated to shake it, but did.
"Knickers," she allowed herself a timid smile and curtsy. "B, but, you two came here, and look at what you've done!"
She gestured to Mink and the mess Boxer'd made with him.
"We'll pay for the cost in property damage," Socks lied.
"H, how can you?"
"You're underestimating me, sweetie." Socks smirked, looking at her with slightly narrowed, dangerous eyes. "That's not a very nice thing to do."
"I—!" Knickers squeaked shrilly, but was interrupted by the bell for first period. "I need to go!"
She scrambled for the excuse to leave, and ran with her long skirt billowing behind and around her thick legs.
...
"That could have gone better," Boxer said idly, hands behind the back of his head, as he walked down the hall, accompanied by his brother. "But we made one hell of a first impression, don't you think?"
"Yes, but I wouldn't say it was a good one." Socks grumbled.
It was relatively easy, getting past the initial shock, to ask a fellow students for directions to their homeroom.
Boxer and Socks were definitely the odd ones out, and would have been talked about for a while.
Whether avoided or crowded, they'd have eyes watching them, and ears constantly listening in somehow, somewhere.
This did not bode well for their investigation, but with luck, the ghost would reveal himself. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
"Don't worry so much about it, bro," Boxer chuckled, patting Socks on the shoulder as they rounded the corner and eventually came to the door of what they supposed were the right classroom. "Come on, how hard could it be, going to school?"
Boxer entered the classroom in a few short strides, head held high.
He wore an attractive smile as he turned to face the other students.
They watched his and his brother's entrance curiously; though some were content to remain buried in books unrelated to the curriculum, or cellphones that they hide almost inconspicuously under their desks.
Boxer's gaze fell upon the Ginger that he met with out in the hallway earlier.
Understandably she was panic-stricken to see the new love of her life standing right before her, before the class that they would undoubtedly be sharing now—and who knows how many more?!
To Boxer himself, she was average now that he was really seeing her. In fact, her attire suggested she might have been a Geek: A khaki green hoodie that hinted at a moderate bust and sported stickers and logos referencing obscure B-movies and Arcade games.
The items sprawled on her desk further supported the Geek theory, those being decks of trading cards and odd battery-run toys.
Seeing all this just lowered her attractiveness by a significant portion overall (a girl with a brain and personality? Ha!).
Boxer turned his attention elsewhere and immediately found a better candidate for a fuck buddy on the side: A girl that was eying him approvingly as well.
She was cute and petite, with hair dyed a bubble-gum pink.
Sitting just in front of her was a boy that shared a few of the same facial features and bone structure as her, yet his hair was honey-blond and cropped shorter.
He was giving Boxer the stink eye, seeing as how he was ogling the girl behind him quite obviously.
He must have been her boyfriend, or more likely her brother.
Boxer turned his head on finding a good-looking girl that would have been easier to acquire without all the hassle.
He found an extraordinary brunette and knew instantly that that was the one he was going to go after first.
He rubbed his hands together, plotting and cackling deviously to himself, and as he did so, he was elbowed quite harshly in the side by his brother.
This was the first Boxer was taking notice of the teacher now, and apparently he (the teacher) had given a little speech of introductory, as prompted by Socks upon their arrival.
The teacher's name was Mr. Rider Crop, a ghastly-looking character with a sullen, sallow face and eerie grin that rubbed Boxer the wrong way.
His voice was cringe-worthy as Boxer now had the mind to hear it properly.
"Please welcome Boxer and Socks Anarchy, class," Mr. Crop said, then turned his attention back to said Anarchy brothers. "Have a seat wherever you two would like."
"Don't mind if I do, teach!" Boxer hurried over to sit in the empty seat beside the brunette, leaning over in a manner similar to when he'd done so to Knickers.
Knickers saw this and became downcast, playing with her fingers and telling herself that it wasn't that big of a deal.
Mr. Crop was a social studies teacher, and once class began proper, he instructed his students to turn their textbooks to page five to begin their lesson.
The lecture dragged on for what seemed like hours; while Socks found himself hung on every word uttered by Mr. Crop, Boxer was already contemplating suicide.
He couldn't even register half of what the teacher was saying.
He found himself staring at the book's illustrations in disinterest, then daydreaming idly about boning two hot chicks that just happened to be into each other as well as him.
They happened to be the brunette (who had introduced herself as Cocoa) and the girl sitting across from him with the pink hair.
When half way through first period, Mr. Crop gave out an assignment to answer questions and review the chapter they'd just covered.
It should have been a quick and easy little exercise, if only Boxer gave a damn.
Before he knew it, Socks was already nearly finished, and in the remaining fifteen minutes, he'd not even answered a single question.
Conveniently for Boxer, Socks sat right next to him, so he could be inconspicuous about passing a note asking for straight answers.
Socks took one glance at the note Boxer gave to him and tore it shreds without a second thought, which utterly destroyed Boxer on the inside.
This gave Socks immense satisfaction and he smirked triumphantly at his brother upon finishing his own assignment.
Fuck you too, asswipe! Boxer thought with a pout.
At least he'd have the cute brunette—Cocoa, her name was Cocoa!—to console him afterward.
...
The bell rung, and they were ushered out by their fellow students, rushing to make it to their second period class.
After that was lunch, which was all anyone was looking forward to, besides P.E., and when they could finally get the hell out of school to go home for the day.
Second period for the two angel brothers was math. Again, Socks excelled, while Boxer was left in the dust.
Or rather, flirting slyly with the girls he found to be cute.
However, his fun was rudely interrupted by a swift kick to the back of his seat.
Glancing back to see who the wise-ass could possibly be, he was met by piercing green eyes, partially covered by bleached-white bangs in a way that reminded Boxer of his own brother's style.
"The fuck's YOUR problem? Asshole!" Boxer growled, forgetting (or not caring) to keep his voice down.
"Keep your eyes to yourself, Blondie," was his response.
"Vanilla, Boxer!" Cried the math teacher.
Boxer wasn't intimidated, at first, by this teacher.
That was mostly due to his status as an angel.
It gave him a confidence that bordered on plain arrogance more often than not.
And yet, after the teacher scolded both him and Vanilla, and gave them both a thrashing that left their asses sore, Boxer remembered that bringing intentional harm upon humans—especially those of authority—wasn't something he could just outright do as an angel.
It was partially why he could only bite his tongue and take Suspender's ass-whoopings quietly.
And with that, it was becoming more and more clear that Socks was reveling in Boxer's abuse, and he couldn't resist taunting him further on their way to lunch once the bell rang again, ending second period and bringing with it the coveted lunch hour.
"How does it feel to know you can't always have your way, brother?" Said Socks.
"How does it feel to be a dirty, cross-dressing, cock-sucking bitch-boy?" Boxer bit back, harshly.
"Oh come now, don't be so butt-hurt."
"I wouldn't if you'd stop rubbing shit in my face!"
Socks shook his head.
Having his laugh, he decided to change the subject.
"Don't forget why we're here, brother."
"To have lunch," Boxer said, straight-faced. "Man, I'm starving!"
"I meant besides that."
"Huh? Oh right! The ghost."
"We should be taking this free time to really start investigation," Socks turned to Boxer. "Try asking around. And for the love of God, keep your fucking dick in your pants!"
"I hadn't had a chance to get any just yet, shut up!"
Socks scowled, then suggested the two really split up here.
They were to meet back out in the hallway once lunch was over with any information they'd acquired and work things out from there.
"Yeah, sure, I gotcha bro!"
Socks nodded and parted ways after they'd gotten their food from the counter.
Socks approached a table closest to him and asked those already seated if he could sit with them.
He smiled and found it came rather easily.
"Yeah, sure," said the boy he recognized from math class minutes ago.
Vanilla was his name.
Vanilla was unusually tall, he might have been older than those surrounding him at the table.
Socks sat across from him, drinking in and committing every minute detail of Vanilla's character to memory.
"I hadn't got to introduce myself formally," Socks began, making light conversation. "I'm Socks Anarchy."
"Vanilla," Vanilla nodded to those at the table with him, "this is Velcro, Hoodie, Nail, Urn and Gem."
Gem seemed to have been the only girl at the table, while also appearing especially close to Urn, wrapped around him like a stripper on her pole.
"Charming," Socks muttered sarcastically under his breath.
"Actually, I feel I might have come at a bad time." Socks said, looking and sounding as frightened as he could.
"Huh, yeah," Vanilla agreed.
"Lately we've been seeing less of our friends these past few days," said Velcro.
Velcro was a raven-haired boy, with friendly brown eyes.
Prettier than he was handsome.
"By 'less' he means 'none'." Vanilla grunted.
"Aren't you worried?" Socks asked, then jumped as Nail slammed his palms on the table.
"Of course we're worried!" Nail said, garnering attention, but not caring. "But there's nothing we can do about it, apparently!"
"Didn't the principal try to help?" Gem said, her voice and admittedly cute face contradicting the position she had herself in by nature.
"Yeah, if you call praying at the church 'help'." Nail rolled his eyes. "When has prayer alone done anything!?"
Socks didn't much like him, but he figured he could understand where he was coming from.
"It's as you said," Hoodie spoke. "There's nothing we can do. We have no leads, we'll just have to wait it out."
"But they could end up closing the school for public safety," Urn said, tossing his two cents in.
"No one's turned up dead yet, but that is a real possibility." Vanilla said thoughtfully.
"So you really have no idea where your friends could have gone?" Socks asked.
"No. Why are you so interested?" Vanilla stared at him, his voice even and his expression unreadable.
"I'm worried for my brother's safety," Socks lied. "He has a habit of getting his ass in stupid shit. Other than that, it's not a good thing that people are going missing, especially when there seems to be no cause for it, or trace of them left behind."
Vanilla nodded.
"Here's a clue, though, it turns out everyone that ended up missing was female."
"All of them? Just how many went up missing anyway? I never learned the number."
"About five or six. One of them being my cousin, Mocha."
"I'm sorry."
Vanilla shook his head.
"I can't bring myself to care all that much to be perfectly honest," he seemed saddened by this, though.
"Why is that?"
"Hey," Nail said sharply. "You're asking a lot of questions new guy. Yet we don't know shit about you."
"I suppose you're right," Socks lowered his head somewhat ruefully.
Socks ate his lunch in relative silence.
When he spoke, it was off the topic of the missing persons entirely.
Looks like he would have to work his way up to trust before he could get anymore information out of these guys.
This is turning out to be more trouble than it was worth.
He had hoped he'd be able to find the ghost in a day, but it seems like that might not be the case.
Socks glanced around the hallway after lunch was over, he didn't see his brother.
On her way to science class, Knickers stopped short upon finding Boxer and Socks's jeep still parked in the halls.
She saw no obvious way to maneuver around it, aside from climbing atop it and going from there.
Hesitantly she placed her hands on the hood and hoisted herself onto it.
"What the hell are you doing?" Came a voice that startled the piss out of her.
"Ah!" she screamed and ended up rolling off the side of the jeep, onto the floor.
Looking up she found Boxer hovering over her with a lack of any real concern.
"I asked what the hell you were doing, are you deaf?"
"I, I, I need to get to class, and, and, and, your jeep is in the way...!" She got up quavering, seeming deeply apologetic.
"Hmph, get in."
"W, wh—"
"Don't start, just get in!"
"Right!"
Knickers climbed into the passenger seat unsuredly, as Boxer got in beside her, taking the wheel.
"You know I'm pretty sure we're breaking several different laws by doing this," she said.
"'Don't care."
Boxer revved up the engine and zoomed off down the hall, causing hundreds, possibly thousands more dollars in property damage.
With Knickers screaming all the way.