A/N: There is a reason that this is so late! The reasons are: my teachers hate me, Greece is a loveable jackass who kicked my ass half way to hell and back before I could come up with this piece of really short bullcrap that sits before you.
Darn you Greece!
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
Kapuski
Herkules Kapuski doesn't talk much, so here are a few facts about him before you meet him.
He's a brunette.
He has green eyes that his mother used to say were the color of olives.
He loves to dance, though he does it rarely.
He's an orphan who now lives with his older cousin, Gupta.
He really hates Aaliyah Annan
He's a very good student, although he sleeps through most of class.
He loves the Olympics.
He's very lazy.
He's Greek.
He loves cats.
And napping.
And cooking.
And napping.
Which is exactly what he was doing during the school assembly.
Unfortunately, his least favorite person in the world was trying to wake him up.
"Hera. Hera! Wake up!"
Herkules batted the hand that was shaking his shoulder and muttered something about cats.
"Hera! Herkules! Wake up!"
Olive eyes blinked, tan hands reaching up to rub the sleep out of them.
"W-what…?" Herkules muttered.
Green eyes almost the same shade framed by curly, dark brown hair stared back at him.
"Herkules! Get. Up!" the girl growled.
"Go away, Aaliyah," Herkules muttered sleepily.
"I don't think so," Aaliyah spat, "And stop sleeping during assembly!"
"Why do you care?" Herkules asked, sitting up now, all hope of napping lost.
Aaliyah rolled her eyes, shaking long hair out of her face, "You should pay attention. Just because you can sleep all day and get perfect grades doesn't mean you should."
Herkules gave the Turk a quick glare before turning to look at the person speaking.
Other people's conversations floated over to the pair as they stopped bickering.
"I wonder where Mari ran off to."
"N' cl'. Pr'b'bly g't l'st 'r s'mth'ng."
"MY NAME ISN'T ALLY! AND GET OFF, FROG!"
"But, mon cher, you're so cute!"
"Stupid Norge…"
Herkules looked up when he felt Aaliyah tense beside him.
"It's that bitch, Khøler," she muttered.
Herkules looked around the Turk to see that there was, indeed, a blonde Dane sitting a few feet away from them on the bleachers.
She seemed to be lost in thought, however, and a strange red hue was covering her cheeks.
Herkules ignored the fuming girl beside him and turned his attention to the front of the room.
"-to HIA and I hope you all have a very good year. Let it be noted that, although we prefer our students to speak English, guidance counselors are available for language help at any time. Now, for the start of term-"
Herkules observed the speaker.
It was the Headmaster. He had a name, he must, but no one knew what it was. All the students simply called him 'Legolas' because of his long blonde hair and expressionless demeanor.
The speech wasn't exactly interesting and Herkules wasn't known for listening when teachers were speaking, so the Greek zoned out.
It wasn't until the bell rang and the headmaster dismissed them that Herkules lazily blinked at the world around him.
Aaliyah was huffing something about how he had better hurry up since Gupta was making her drive him home.
"What's up your ass?" Herkules drawled.
"Nothing," Aaliyah muttered.
Of course, just then, 'nothing' decided to walk past their lockers.
'Nothing', of course, happened to be the school's biggest heartthrob, Kiku Honda. Oh, and there was his older brother, Yao Wang.
Another thing about attending HIA was that everyone at the school was somewhere on the 'extremely attractive' bar. Almost every boy at the school had their own fan club.
Many of the girls too.
In fact, Herkules and Aaliyah were two such fan club owners.
But Kiku and his Asian's siblings were at the top of that 'extremely attractive' bar.
For some reason, every time Aaliyah looked at Kiku, Herkules got this burning anger in his gut.
This was unusual, Herkules was hardly ever angry.
But it would always happen, without fail.
"Come on, let's go," Herkules growled, grabbing Aaliyah's wrist and dragging her to her car.
"Hey, hey! What's up your ass?" Aaliyah demanded, reluctantly pulling out her keys.
"Nothing," Herkules muttered.
"Holy shit," Aaliyah gasped as they climbed into the car, "Are you...angry?"
"I said, it's nothing!" Herkules repeated.
Aaliyah gaped at him, "Hera...you are so totally pissed!"
"Just shut up and drive already," Herkules muttered turning his back on the Turk and facing the window.
What was wrong with him?
Why was he angry?
This was such a new feeling and he wasn't sure what to do about it.
Ordinarily, the Greek would find one of his many cats, curl up and go to sleep.
But something was keeping him from sleeping.
Friggin anger.
Why couldn't it go away?
As soon as they got home, Herkules was out his door and racing to the house.
"Hera! Oi, Hera!" Aaliyah shouted, following close behind.
Gupta looked up from his computer when Herkules entered the house, "Welcome home-,"
"I'm going to do homework!" Herkules shouted, racing up the stairs.
Aaliyah was second through the door, "Where'd he go?" she demanded.
Gupta hid a smile, "He went to his room to do homework."
"Little bastard," Aaliyah growled, racing up the stairs after him, and stopping to pound on his door.
"Hey! Brat!" she shouted, "Lemme it!"
"I'm doing homework! Go away!" Herkules called from the other side of the door.
Aaliyah rattled the door handle, "You brat! Get out here and tell me what the hell's wrong!"
"Go away!"
"Grah!" Aaliyah screamed, "You son of a-! You know what? Fine, you little brat! Fine!"
Herkules let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding as he heard the stomping of Aaliyah's boots down the stairs.
"Something wrong?" Gupta asked as Aaliyah dropped unceremoniously onto the couch.
"Hell yeah, something's wrong!" she grumbled, "First, that little piece of shit sleeps during the assembly, then he drags me to the car before I can talk to Kiku, then he gets angry of all the absurdity, and now he won't tell me what the hell is going on!"
The Egyptian gave Aaliyah a sideways look.
"Herkules was angry?" he asked.
Aaliyah threw up her hands in frustration, "I know!"
"Why do you think he's angry?" Gupta asked, looking back down at his book.
"I don't know- wait? What are you? Some sort of shrink?" Aaliyah demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at the wall.
"Not exactly," Gupta muttered, looking back at his book.
"That's it," Aaliyah muttered, "I'm stuck in a house with a silent Egyptian shrink and a PMSing know-it-all Greek. Fan-friggin-tastic."
"You forgot the dog," Gupta added, not looking up from his book, "And the cats."
"Oh! God forbid I forget the cats!" Gupta could practically hear Aaliyah roll her eyes at the wall, "Who could forget the cats?"
Almost as if he had heard her, one of the aforementioned furry animals jumped onto her lap.
"Do these things even have names?" Aaliyah demanded holding up a fuzzy orange kitten.
"Course," Herkules muttered as he snatched the cat from Aaliyah, "This one's Niem."
"I thought you were doing homework," Aaliyah asked, turning her glare on the back of the retreating Greek.
"I'm hungry," Herkules said matter-of-factly, "Sue me."
Aaliyah stood and followed Herkules into the kitchen.
"What if I do?"
"Where would you get the money?"
"How about your bank account, brat."
"I'm broke."
"I know."
"No you don't. I was lying."
"You little brat!"
Gupta smiled knowingly.
