Interlude: A Series of Mondays, i.e. a pointless, plotless chapter! Or so it seems.
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EDIT 12.4.15: minor corrections and fixed some typos.
Monday, September 17th
Day 15
EARLY MORNING: Caféteria
"This is going to get super awkward," Josephine says, walking up to their lunch table, and Lestia, James, Ray and CC look up, confused, as another student – Shaun, Lestia thinks – pulls up beside her. "Sorry."
"What?" CC asks, and then Josephine holds up a little speaker, Shaun presses something on his tablet, and music comes blaring out loud enough to be painful. Ray slaps his hands over his ears with a grimace while CC ducks her head, and then, and then, Lestia watches Lune swagger in.
"Are you serious?" James shouts over the music, fingers pressed to his ears, and Lestia glances over at her as the he hollers, "The dance isn't for another month!"
Lestia's heart drops into her stomach. Oh no.
Sure enough, Lune is looking directly at her as he advances, and she jerks her head down to look instead at the safety of her lunch tray. Her hands shake in her lap and she forces herself to take a few deep breathes, to no avail; her nerves are shattered beyond repair at this point, even as Shaun turns down the music so it isn't so ear-piercing. Her faces flushes so hot it hurts a little, and as Lune to the side of her, poster in hand, she feels her whole body start to tremble.
"Merde," CC says, sounding impressed despite the situation as Lune pulls a bunch of roses from behind his back – yes those are roses, where did he get roses, oh my Arceus why is this happening to me –
And then Lune asks, "Lestia, will you go to the fall dance with me?"
No!
Her mouth is painfully dry as she swallows, curling her fingers together in her lap. The music continues to play, and soon the seconds stretch into minutes, and then longer, and she still can't get her mouth to move or even her head to shake. Lune continues to stare at her patiently, but she doesn't know Lune at all, she does not want to go to the dance with him, she does not actually want to go at all but especially not with a near-stranger no matter how nice they looked (because she isn't blind, far from it), but if she says no, then what would –
"You were right, Josephine. This is going to be exceedingly awkward."
Lestia looks over at Ray – it's okay, you know him, it's fine – only to find him running a hand through his silver hair, a little anxiously. He meets her gaze for a moment, just a moment, and then her eyes widen as he explains, "I asked Lestia yesterday. She is going with me."
For a very brief, very wild moment of panic, Lestia thinks he's serious. But no, his lip quirks up in that little half-smile of his when he meets her eyes again, and she almost deflates in relief. Thank Arceus for friends. Even James and CC are on the defensive, leaning over the table a bit so they clearly are with her, and Lestia takes solace in that, draws strength from it.
Meanwhile Josephine looks over at Shaun as he stops the music with a flick on his tablet, and for a few moments, no one says anything. The cafeteria is completely silent – not a surprise, considering how loud the music had been – and the entire student body waits for a reaction. Lestia feels so utterly terrible, but the relief is enough to keep her spine straight, even as her eyes remain quietly on her lunch.
"Oh," Lune says, and Lestia is taken aback by how defeated he sounds. But then it's gone, and his voice is hard as he says, "I see."
"My apologies," Ray says, eyes glinting.
"It's fine." Lestia knows that it is most definitely not. Still, Lune takes his remaining dignity and spins on his heel, taking his poster and bunch of roses with him. The other students in the lunch room remain deadly silent as he goes, and it's not until he's walked out of the double-doors leading in that the room springs to life with murmurs and whispered exclamations and wincing sympathies.
"Well!" Josephine says after a few moments. She coughs into her fist. "Sorry about that. Uh. Yeah."
"This is why we shouldn't listen to Lune whenever he has a grand idea, Josie," Shaun says, sounding exasperated as he brushes black hair away from his face, but his green eyes are bright with amusement as he tucks his tablet away.
"Duly noted," Josephine says with a nod. "Let's skedaddle before Lune decides to come back and get mad at us." They link hands, his pale fingers easily interlocking with her olive ones, and no one at the table says a word as they watch them go.
In fact, it's another few minutes before Ray says finally, "You know, he took that surprisingly gracefully."
"If you call that graceful, I don't want to know what you call bad," CC tells him.
"Can we acknowledge the fact that you actually have to take Lestia to the dance?" James says, and Lestia blushes furiously as Ray frowns at the brunet. James shrugs. "Just sayin'. Can't exactly back down now."
... It's not a terrible predicament. Lestia is not filled with fear and anxiety at the thought of going with Ray, at least, probably because he's a friend, and he respects her distances and knows when and when not to engage her in conversation. CC and James don't do that, not as well as he does at any rate, and then CC squeals, "Oh my Arceus, Lestia, this means we can go dress shopping! And talk about makeup!"
Lestia quietly closes her eyes and sighs. This is going to be a long month.
Monday, September 24th
Day 22
MIDMORNING: Corridor
"Aww, poor baby, getting rejected so publicly."
"Sapphire," Lune says, gritting his teeth, "Now is really not the time."
He knows it's useless, and Sapphire merely continues to circle around him, blue eyes sparkling, pink hair fluffy and perfect like the rest of her. "It's all right," she coos. "Sometimes affection makes you blind, makes you rash. It's okay."
"Sapphire. Go away."
"It's okay to be angry," she says solemnly, and she has the wickedest grin on her face and Lune resists the strong urge to punch her. He'd fallen for her wiles exactly once; now, she was the only girl he would not, under any circumstances, hit on. (Aside from Athena, for obvious reasons.) He turns, instead, and begins to walk, though he's not sure where he would go.
Unfortunately, Sapphire falls into step beside him, and so he stops, and she stops with him. She doesn't even have to say anything to piss him off, as she touches his arm in quasi-sympathy, and he snaps himself away from her with a warning growl in his throat. She just laughs. It's a light and tinkling sound, and he hates it immediately. "Come on, don't be that way," she says, lips shaped in a moue.
He's saved from having to respond when he hears someone call out, "Hey, Lune!" and he is so relieved to turn and see that it's Chase. Chase and her girlfriend – Rose, that's her name – and at least their smiles are honest.
"We heard about the... incident in the cafeteria," Rose says, tucking a loose strand of blond hair behind one ear as she ignores Sapphire outright. "We thought to offer out condolences."
"Wrong thing to say, Rosie," Chase says, nudging the girl with her elbow before turning to Lune. "She meant we came over to get Sapphire to stop harassing you."
"It's not harassment if he doesn't tell me to stop," Sapphire says sweetly, and Lune opens his mouth to retort, right up until he realizes that yes, she's right; he hasn't yet explicitly told her to cease. Arceus dammit.
"Considering how uncomfortable he looks, I'd wager that doesn't really matter," Chase says, just as sweetly. Rose's hand rests on the raven-haired girl's shoulder, quiet and comforting. "Besides, don't you already have a date?"
"Yes," Sapphire answers, dragging out the vowel to a length that was practically obscene. "But as Rose said, truly, I only wished to offer my condolences."
"For no reason," Lune mutters, crossing his arm over his chest and noticing a moment later that the lower half of his braid is in disarray. He'll have to fix that later. Then he blinks and says, "Wait, you have a date?"
"Surprised?"
"Incredibly. Who did you dupe this time?"
"Dupe? Why, Lune, you think quite lowly of me, don't you?" Rose neatly slips a hand over Chase's mouth when she goes to mutter something likely profane. Sapphire ignores her. "No, of course not. Lester asked me."
That... is just stupid enough to be believable. "Arceus. I feel sorry for the guy, and let me tell you, Lester is not an easy person to pity."
For the first time, annoyance flashes across Sapphire's features, quick as a passing cloud, darkening those blue eyes of her for just a moment; but then her lips are shaped into a little moue, and she says, sugar sweet, "Better off than you, isn't it so?"
Lune snaps a hand out, to do – something, he's not quite sure. He stops it right before it lands on Sapphire's cheek, and the girl doesn't flinch when he pats her face instead of punching it. "Whatever, Sapphire. Bye, Chase, Rose."
"Good day, Lune," Rose says with a nod, Chase imitating her. Lune tries to pretend he isn't bolting away as he turns on his heel and begins to walk, and he grits his teeth when Sapphire's laughter follows him out.
Monday, October 1st
Day 29
NOON: Hallway
Lester hardly seems to mind as Sapphire clings from his arm, giggling, blue eyes sparkling and a small, slight smirk on her face. She's wearing her uniform but there are signs of pink everywhere – her hair, for starters, and her ribbons, her necklace, her bracelet, her socks, her shoes, her rings, on and on and on.
Mei has never been able to stand her for more than a few seconds, but as she watches Lester argue with her, she has to admit they complement each other's skills surprisingly well.
"I'm not sure about this," Athena says carefully, and Sapphire lets out a sweet-sounding laugh and hugs Lester's arm evermore tightly.
"It's a solid plan, Klymene," she says, all bubbly voice and rosy cheeks. "Relax. I've fooled enough teachers and students to know we can get away with this."
"We've considered it from all angles," Lester says with nary a pause in-between. Sapphire casts him a smile, one he completely ignores, as he explains, "I've approached Rose, and she's already confirmed that she can hack the security cams and set up a loop. The hallways will be abandoned. I've already determined the codes for the electronics locks, and if nothing else, Sapphire is an adept lockpicker."
Said lockpicker flashes Mei a V with her fingers. Backwards, Mei notices, meaning the girl is flipping her off, and she merely tilts her head in consideration.
"It still seems rather risky," Athena decides.
"If you're worried about us, you needn't. We all know you don't mean it." Sapphire smiles brightly. Her true colors are far darker than the portrait she typically paints, and she's letting that palette show for now. "If we find anything of use, I'm sure Lester will tell you, as well. No need to worry about loyalty."
Mei regards Lester, and he meets her eyes, communicating that this is indeed the case. Nodding in response, she asks, "You'll be doing this during the dance?"
"Indeed," Lester says, as if they hadn't just had a silent conversation. Mei doubts anyone missed it in either case; the people around her currently are all dangerous and observant in their own rights.
"Sounds fine to me," Mei says, and then she grins. "Maybe I'll join you." No one, at least, tries to tell her she can't do it. They know her family, her mafia background, her skill with a sniper rifle, her ability to hold still and remain still for hours upon hours – no, they can't doubt her, and they don't try to.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Athena asks, gray eyes narrowed slightly in thought.
"Stay out of the way?" Sapphire suggests with a light laugh. Athena stiffens, and Alucard reaches out to tap her hand with his own, for no reason Mei can discern beyond holding Athena back.
"Undoubtedly teachers will be expecting this sort of thing," Lester says, once again ignoring Sapphire entirely. "Perhaps if you could keep them from interfering?"
"Consider it done," Athena says with a nod.
"We can talk about this more as the dance comes up," Mei says.
"That will have to suffice." And with that, Athena begins to move off. Invariably, Alucard trails behind her, and Mei follows soon after. Classes don't start for a while, but her course is halfway across campus; she'd rather get a head start.
As she leaves, she can hear Sapphire chime, "You'll need a pink tie to match my dress."
Lester sounds neither nonplussed nor disinterested as he agrees, "I suppose I do."
Mei grins to herself, and she continues on.
Monday, October 8th
Day 36
AFTERNOON: Hallway outside 1-A
"Hey, Clemmer!"
It's not a voice James recognizes, but he turns anyway, freezing in place when he sees who it is. Immediately CC, Ray and Lestia form a protective wall on either side of him, not defensive but certainly not passive, and they watch in tense silence as Gefahr and Greg approach them.
"So," Gefahr says when they're close, less than an arm's length away, a grin on his kind face, green eyes gleaming, dirty-blond hair tousled just so. "We both have confessions to make."
Not this again, James thinks.
"We were both planning to ask you to the dance, but then we figured out you had a date."
It's like he's just been dropped into an ice bath. Okay, maybe he'd complained about being single a few times to his folks back home, but this – this was ridiculous, and James struggles not to let any of those feelings appear on his face. Gregory clears his throat but doesn't say anything, light blue eyes watching him attentively, and James doubt he's missed anything. Gefahr merely shrugs, muscles rippling under the sleeves of his uniform. It is a perfect fit, despite the fact that he is well over six feet tall.
"Just thought you might appreciate it," he adds, as if to sweeten the deal, and CC and Lestia burst into uncontrollable laughter. James turns back to glare at them, and when he looks at the two boys, Greg only offers him an apologetic shrug, tucking a strand of blond hair behind his ear, as Gefahr continues to grin unrepentantly.
"I'm not, uh, into guys," James manages at last.
"Damn, really?" James nods, once, the only thing he can manage, and Gefahr sighs. "Shit, why do all the pretty ones have to be straight?"
"I resent that," Greg says.
"Yes, I know I'm pretty, that's why you asked me." Gefahr shakes his head as Greg rolls his eyes so hard it has to hurt. "I bet no girls have asked you, huh, Clemmer? You're losing out, dude."
"One does not control their sexuality," Ray chimes in, trying to be helpful, but James would very much like to be swallowed up by the floor.
"Yeah, but you aren't curious?" Gefahr presses. "At all?"
James doesn't answer, and Greg tugs on Gefahr's arm. "Let's go. We're clearly making him uncomfortable."
"Fine." Gefahr turns and offers James a sardonic wave as they go. "Well, if you ever change your mind, you know where to find us." No one said anything when they turned the corner and James slowly, slowly pivoted on his heels, green eyes wide, hands raking through his brown hair.
"I think they just invited you to a threesome," Lestia says at last, her voice thoughtful, causing CC to choke and Ray to crack up into near-hysterical giggles.
"I have a date?" James says in response, too shell-shocked to process much else, looking to and from all of his friends.
He really shouldn't have been shocked when CC says "Surprise?" – but, as it turns out, he is anyway.
Monday, October 15th
Day 43
EVENING: Gymnasium
Lestia has only just returned to Ray, passing him a cup of punch, when his eyes flick behind her and he says quietly, "You have company, it seems."
"Who?" she asks without turning around. Her hand trembles, but she bites her lip and forces it to still.
"Take a wild guess," Ray says, tilting his head at her, amused smile on his face. His eyes hold her steady; she feels no less assured. "Shout if you need me."
She opens her mouth to protest, but Ray merely nods to the person behind her and then turns, fading into the crowd. It's a bit startling that he blends in so well – his silver hair and red eyes are far from subtle – but it is all forgotten when she turns around and sees Lune scuffing his feet in front of her, hands folded neatly in front of him.
Neither of them say anything, and after a while, Lune holds out his hand. Lestia stares at it, heart hammering in her throat, before she swallows the rest of her punch, sets it on a nearby table, and takes his fingers in her own. He is cool to the touch, and he is gentle as he leads her to the dance floor.
It's a slow dance. Of course it is. He's only marginally taller than she is, and she looks anywhere but him as she clasps his fingers, his hand settling on her waist while hers goes to his left shoulder. He clearly knows what he is doing, and she does her best to follow his even steps without looking down too much; in the end, she focuses her eyes just to the right of his neck, and tries to disguise her nervous flush as heat from the room.
"So I really like you," Lune says without preamble, and he must be expecting it because he catches her when she trips on nothing, sputtering.
"I, um, gathered," Lestia says when she has control over her body again. There's no way she can pass the blush on her face as anything but embarrassment now. "You are... fairly obvious."
"Yeah," he says, and this is disquieting, because Lune is brash and confident and now he's soft and uncertain and his edges have been filed into curves. A lock of black hair falls in front of Lestia's eye; she resists the urge to pull a hand away to move it aside. "Sorry."
"It's okay." And in a way, it is.
"Do you have an answer?"
Lestia ignores the heat spreading to the back of her neck as she ponders this. She does, she's sure, but it isn't something she can just spit out. She needs some time to think, and Lune gives that to her, merely holding her steady as they weave their way around the gymnasium.
(She can see Ray watching her from a dark corner of the gym. Next to him are James and CC, who seem to be arguing – and they have her back, will always have to her back, and she feels a burst of confidence race through her blood like lightning.)
"I don't really know you," Lestia says at last. His mouth twitches almost imperceptivity; had she not been standing this close, she would've missed it. "So I can't say that I..." No. Don't let it end there. "I – we could get to know each other better," she goes on, and she meets his eyes as squarely as she dares. "I, um, get nervous around people. But I guess I should try. At least."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she confirms, and she's surprised to realize that she means it wholeheartedly. "I'm sorry. Thank you for respecting my boundaries." And what a strange thing to say to someone, but it's true, and she is thankful he does not push her.
"Thank you for giving me a chance," Lune answers, and he's led her off of the dance floor and returned her hand, and then he's gone before she can say anything else and she watches him go with a soft, warm feeling in her chest. He isn't a bad person, she knows this, but he wears a mask to hide behind and she... she doesn't know what she wants, but she'll give it a shot.
The crowd jostles her and she moves out of the way, towards where she had seen Ray and James and CC. She's nervous and, frankly, a little frightened, but she can do it.
She will.
Evening: CORRIDOR
Mei casts one last look to the gymnasium – sees Josephine and Shaun slow-dancing, Chase and Rose holding hands and dumping something into the punch, Gefahr and Greg making out in the corner despite having been fighting the entire evening ("They're made for each other," Sapphire had sneered), Alucard standing guard while Athena quietly shuts the door after them – and then she's on her own, Lester and Sapphire standing a bit behind her as she glances at them sidelong.
Teacher's lounge, she mouths, and Lester nods. They had already gone over this: he and Sapphire would hit the principal's office proper, while Mei would try to see what she could scrounge from the computers the teachers used. With any luck, she'd be able to rejoin them in the main office as quick as can be without getting caught, and she throws them a loose salute before leaving. (She picked it up from Lune, and she would never tell the blond as such.)
The corridors are empty as she creeps along, dodging around where she knows there are security cameras and, at one point, using Rose's code to set up a loop and sneak past. The teacher's lounge is locked when she finally gets there, but, in part thanks to a quick refresher from Sapphire, she breaks in with ease. The door is deathly silent as she swings it open, and she darts in quick as can be and gently closes it behind her. There are five desktops lining the counter near the window, but her interest is captured by the laptop sleeping on one of the black leather couches.
"Jackpot," she whispers, moving in, and she lifts the lid reverently and taps the spacebar to wake it up. The login, naturally, asks for a password, and it belongs to one Ms. Veronica Leon, otherwise known as Ms. Psycho, otherwise known as the psychology teacher. Mei grins; if there's any teacher who couldn't keep a secret, it was Ms. Leon, and she begins to muse on several different password choices, feeling the clock ticking in the back of her mind.
She tries two different things. Neither work, and she parks her chin in her hand and frowns at the screen. She knows she can figure this out, even if it's not her strong suit; and she could always call up Rose or Lester, but should she risk it? No, better to wait until she really has run out of ideas, and her fingers settle back onto the keys and -
"It's p-s-y-c-h-n-3-u-r-0-l-o-g-y," someone says behind her, and Mei, Arceus save her, lets out a tiny shriek before she covers her mouth and whips her head around to come face-to-face with dark brown eyes set on dark skin and black hair. Her mind scrabbles to attach a name to the visage as the someone leans back, cool as winter, and says dryly, "Don't bother. I've already checked."
"Laishet," she finally gets out. Kieran Laishet. Right.
"Relax. I'm not going to report you." They eye her without emotion. "There is nothing of interest here, however. I was just going to go to administration when you came in – very quietly, by the way. Nicely done. Your name?"
Dare she refuse? Nope, absolutely not. "Mei Huang."
Kieran's eyes flash with recognition. "The Huang mob, yes? Mafia? I see. Explains a lot." They turn and head for the door, slipping long, slender pieces of metal out of their sleeve; well-used lockpicks, it seemed. "Come."
Mei follows wordlessly, because what else is she supposed to do? It's clear Kieran is a coordinator before anything else, but even a coordinator could easily take her down, especially if they're a graduate and have the necessary credentials to return here after – whatever brought the alumni back. She can't take them on, and she's rather content not getting beat up.
Although she is very curious, and so she says, "Question."
"Ask," Kieran says without inflection.
"Why are you snooping around? I thought graduates would know what was going on."
"As it turns out, we do not," Kieran answers. "Of us who chose to return at the principal's request, all are currently scattered about the building, searching for answers. I doubt Dawson and Argent have gone unnoticed."
"So no one knows what's happening?"
"So it seems."
Mei doesn't say anything else. This is something Athena and Alucard need to know.
The only warning Lester gets is Sapphire's harried "there's someone behind us!" – and then a stranger slips in, followed closely by Mei. It takes but a moment for Lester to pin a name onto them.
"Kieran Laishet," he says, nodding, and then looks at Mei. "Are we in trouble?"
"I sure hope not," Sapphire mutters.
"No," Mei says in response to his question.
"Good," Sapphire says, for once not appearing to be perfectly in control. "Because we're not leaving until we're in. How much longer?"
Lester returns his attention to the principal's desktop, fingers resuming their frenzied pace on the keyboard. "Soon. Would someone please explain what is happening?"
"None of the Ossos alumni know what's going on," Mei says, which Lester processes with some degree of incredulity. Mei doesn't let him think about it for long, though, as she says, "You didn't see anyone on the way in?"
"No. It was deserted," Sapphire says.
"Likely because we did not want to get in your way," Kieran says flatly. "We would rather not get in trouble. If the principal knew what we were doing at this moment, it would be terrible indeed."
"Noted," Lester says, knowing he'll have to grill Mei on this later. He taps enter once with finality and says, "We're in. Where to?"
"Email," Mei says instantly, followed a heartbeat later by Sapphire, and Lester ignores Kieran's gaze prickling the back of his neck as he clicks into his principal's mail. It feels very wrong and intrusive, but curiosity trumps morality, and he scrolls a bit before Mei, leaning over his shoulder, points at one in particular. "There. Subject line is Re: Preparation for Students. Seems promising."
Lester clicks it. The message is a back-and-forth between the principal and someone whose email address is a series of numbers and letters. Of the most recent message, the first line is this:
We must prepare the best of the students – and send them down the dark road. I am sorry. There is no other way, not without risking the entire student body.
He looks over at Sapphire without bothering to read the rest, and the slowly-growing confusion on Sapphire's face perfectly mirrors his own.
"Well," Kieran says, sounding completely nonplussed as they step back from where they had been leaning on the desk, "That can't be anything good."
"Now if only we knew what the dark road is," Mei says, letting out a sharp laugh, and Lester exhales softly through his nose.
'Sup guys!
So, update, yeah? It was a little rough going in, but I managed to throw together this big ol' mess and get it up and ready late Sunday night. Well. Sort of, seeing as it's Monday. Same difference. Either way: I apologize if the quality is a bit less than you were expecting this time around - it's written in present tense, for one, which is different, and it takes place over an month and skips over quite a bit of detail in terms of rankings and such. (They'll be touched upon next chapter, pinky promise, when we get back to one chapter spanning one day.) Anyway.
Drama! Intrigue! People get some and people lose some and there is sneaking around. I feel like I should have put less emphasis on the relationships aspect of these characters (cough Lestia stole the spotlight cough), but at the same time, romance scenes! Still very excited for those, whenever they happen. Although I did enjoy the sneaking around thing - Lester and Sapphire make a surprisingly good duo when it comes to digging up secrets, something I wasn't expecting when I first wrote the scene.
Additionally, I had a lot of cameos from some OCs that didn't make it to class 1-A and kind of shoved them into relationships with each other. Gefahr and Gregory have a confusing friendship/romance and it's actually quite funny for me as the writer. And Rose and Chase, and Shaun with Josie, and - well, there's a lot of stuff I could comment on in here, but for now, I'll just let it go and ask what you thought of all of this. Because, frankly, I'm not sure. Please let me know in the reviews or by PM! (I may not respond but I do see and appreciate them, promise, and I sometimes don't have the time or words to answer.)
Hopefully I'll see you again in a couple of weeks for the holiday break! Have a great day, y'all.
Credits go where credits are due. In order of appearance:
JOSEPHINE ACOSTA belongs to unleash-hell-little-one.
SHAUN KURO belongs to mr. diddles.
LESTIA WHYTOO belongs to Tisuro.
CICELY WEISS belongs to Legacy918.
RAYNE ZIMMERMAN belongs to ShadeZyro.
JAMES CLEMMER belongs to ThatGreenPlumber.
LUNETH GATES belongs to Apostle of Regeneration.
ROSE GOODMAN belongs to The M.H.T. of R.
CHASE MCCLOUD belongs to ShadedLyht.
LESTER DAWSON belongs to WereDragon EX.
SAPPHIRE ARGENT belongs to Cottonmouth25.
MEI HUANG belongs to xSakura-Dango.
ATHENA KLYMENE belongs to NemoTheSurvivor.
ALUCARD DATE belongs to DeathTheManiac.
GEFAHR SENRO belongs to Condor-K.
GREGORY DOE belongs to snowwolf12132.
KIERAN LAISHET belongs to Snowsheba.
