Thanks much for the reviews! I read them all (considering there's around eleven w), and thanks for the costume suggestions! I'm sorry though, since for some reason I don't feel like having them go in Gundam costumes… Trust me; I will have the Meisters bring up the idea! I had a little problem when I accidently deleted all my fanfiction and I managed to only salvage this little guy. Oh, and sorry for how the characters seem to be Out Of Character, especially Setsuna, he's way less stoic and serious than he's supposed to be, "foreshadowing, foreshadowing…"
"What! So, the new transfer student everyone's talking about, the Mideastern one, it was you?"
Allelujah stared at him in some strange intermediary that was between being in shock and being in a daze. Setsuna nodded, and Lyle pursed his lips and whistled.
"Man, the Trinities are gonna have a field day with you," he said, holding his head.
Being in line was not fun. Being in a long line waiting for gourmet food you could smell was worse. Waiting in line for gourmet food with two strangers was just plain AWKWARD. Apparently, the senior's name was Lyle, and the junior's name was Allelujah. For some unknown reason, it seemed the two had taken a (creepy) liking towards him.
"It'll be alright, Trinities don't see Setsuna, Trinities don't kill him."
"You say that in such a depressing tone, Allelujah."
Setsuna's eyes flicked between the two, gauging their personalities. Allelujah seemed fairly nice and well-tempered; modest too. Lyle, on the other hand, was a flirt, out-going, and took life in mile wide strides. What he couldn't understand, was why they were so worried about him. The Trinities couldn't be that bad. Could they?
He cleared the doubt out of his mind. If the Trinities were looking for a fight, he'd have to take it head on with a clear head.
And please, please try not to get hurt or make any enemies, alrighty, Setsuna?
He clenched his fists tightly, until his nails dug into his palms, then loosened up.
Breathe in, breathe out. This wasn't some big threat or anything. He needed to stay in control.
"What's wrong, Setsuna?"
He looked up at Allelujah.
"I'm fine."
"That's good. Listen, if the Trinities come for you, don't fight back, or they'll bribe the principal or something. Just ignore them, for your own good."
Lockon gave Allelujah a look that said, "Really?"
Ignoring bullies was dirt old advice, but it usually worked. Which was why Allelujah responded with a glare as they got their trays and sat down. Setsuna tried to detach from the duo, but Lyle dragged him to a table.
"Seriously, Setsuna, are you trying to make yourself as a target or something? Don't sit by yourself."
Lyle frowned as he let go of him.
"Hey, Setsuna, how old are you?"
"Fourteen."
Needless to say, Allelujah and Lyle were surprised.
"B-but, you're so short, and, skinny," Allelujah stated uncertainly.
"Not to mention light. He weighs less than most of the anemic girls here," Lyle muttered.
"How do you know any anemic girls in this school?"
"Don't ask."
"Why are you such a flir-"
"Lyle, Allelujah," Setsuna called, cutting them off as he noticed two upperclassmen flanking a sophomore saunter from the lunch line.
Lyle groaned and Allelujah quickly rapped the table to draw away Setsuna's steely eyes.
"No eye contact," Allelujah murmured while the three wandered aimlessly around the cafeteria. The sophomore girl happened to chance upon their table and skipped over like an elementary schooler instead of a high-schooler.
"Lyle! Allelujah!" She cried shrilly and leaned over the table at the two.
"It's been awhile since I saw you two! What happened to Tieria?" She asked in a voice that contained heart attacks and diabetes all rolled up into one. Lyle smiled at her, than shoved the girl (who Setsuna assumed was Nena Trinity) off the table.
"He's got a test to study for, bitch."
Unfortunately, that was when her two brothers had by then reached the table and heard Lyle's not-so-chivalrous comment.
"Did you say something? Answer me you bastard!"
This comment came from a charming (note: sarcasm) junior with wavy blue hair. Again, Setsuna wondered if this school had any rules about dyeing hair. The spectrum so far included purple, pink, and blue. You'd be hard pressed to find anything else.
"Dammit! Lyle Dylandy don't you mess with me!"
"Fuck off Michael!"
"Lyle!" Allelujah wailed.
"Stupid flirt!"
"Retard!"
"Philanderer!"
"Knife nut!"
"Ax crazy!"
"Stop it Michael!" The senior said sternly.
"I'm very sorry," he said with sincere apology to Allelujah.
"Don't worry, it was our fault too Johann," he replied amiably.
Nena had watched the entire incident in silent outrage, and then noticed Setsuna.
"Hm? Who the hell are you, cutie?"
Setsuna wisely ignored the girl and the decision turned out to be not-so-wise.
"Don't ignore me you damn martyr!" She screamed and slapped him in the face. Setsuna glanced at her, and then promptly threw his cup of water into her face.
In that one moment, Allelujah and Lyle both realized that Setsuna was screwed.
So, did you guys like this chapter? I not too happy with how I wrote it, but that's my own opinion. I kept on writing "Lockon" instead of Lyle in places. I'm seriously having trouble with costumes, keep feeding me ideas! Oh, and thank you Satiah for such a reassuring review and helpful criticism, I'll try my best with the pacing. And I'm extremely grateful to everyone who favorite or subscribed to the story thanks a lot!