Disclaimer: The familiar characters belong to DreamWorks. Miss Jane, however, is a name I made up for the nameless teacher.

For Megamind's childhood name, I used Syx. The name was made by SilverShepherd, in her fanfic 'Times Syx'. Metroman's childhood name was also based on the same fanfic. ;)

Synopsis: If Roxanne and Megamind had enrolled in the same elementary school, his schooldays wouldn't be so full of rejections and exile. Slight AU. Little MM x RR.

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Ironically enough, the peaceful little red house, which was some kind of elementary school, was situated near a huge grey penitentiary for gifted criminals. Undeniably, some prisoners were sent there to try and adapt, offering services for the society in exchange for a decrease of punishment. One of the teachers employed there was Miss Jane. She had seen them come and go, but never before had she accepted one so young.

The first thing she noticed was the head. It was big and blue. The second was his pet. It was a piranha which was kept in a glass sphere. He arrived with this 'extra-terrestrial' and nervous aura along; the latter was more dominating. The class was terrified of him at first, until Mark, or Metroboy, the defender of the class, had sat beside him, and proved that the blue one was friendly. He introduced himself and his pet properly; he was called Syx, and his pet was Minion. Very odd name for a fish, the teacher thought.

In one week, Syx proved himself to be the most brilliant kid Jane had ever seen. That big head of his definitely existed with a reason. Besides being a genius, he was innocent, curious, and helpful; everything a teacher would want to see in a student. He was a solid ingredient for a successful scientist.

He wasn't a wonderful painter, but he had a grasp of his own kind of art and lots of originality. While other kids drew normal objects like their family or twin mountain with a sun peeking from between the lumps; he drew the schematic of a gun. He knew the concept of perspective at such an early age, and had the concentration to draw details into the picture.

Miss Jane felt bad about the gun, though. Clearly his home—prison- environment had huge effects on his young mind.

Syx was presenting his newest drawing-blueprint of his next project with a proud grin plastered over his happy round face. While the children was impressed by the exact detail, Miss Jane tried to convince herself that the device was not going to be used in bank robbery.

"Behold my dehydration gun!" Syx exclaimed in a proud tone, than he began to blab about how the gun worked; the science beneath. His fish pet, named Minion, was put on nearby table, looking thoroughly proud of his master.

The children didn't understand technology, couldn't care less about the gun. Nothing was being expected of the young scientist; that de-whatever gun was just a picture. The only thing they understood was how cool his drawing was.

He knew that they were impressed, and basked in the glory. He couldn't be more smug and happy as he continued to brag. "It's cool, isn't it? Now who has questions?" he asked- more like challenged, and a student raised a hand, answering him. "Yes, you in the back? Roxanne?"

Other than Metroboy, or Mark, the other kid who was closer to the blue kid was this girl. The girl responded to him. "What is dee-hy-dra-tion?" She quickly asked, "Is it like dried ve-veg... vej... veggies?" She babbled, lost in the big word.

Syx had always regarded his friends as simpletons, so he had prepared a simpler formula to help them comprehend the sophistication of hismachinery. "Simply put, I extracted water from the objects. And the stuff shrank down into a little cube. It will be much easier to carry big stuffs if they are smaller. I can demonstrate it."

He pulled out the fully functional dehydration gun. The class shrieked in terror. Miss Jane stood up, displeased by the development.

"Ahhh! What? What?" Syx was surprised at the sudden burst of screaming, carefully holding his gun and avoiding the trigger. "What is it?" he asked, at the same time Mark swooped down and tried to confiscate the dehydration gun.

Accidentally the trigger was pressed during the fight, and Miss Jane was turned into a little blue cube.

A loud gasp was heard from the entire class. Syx and Mark eyed the little cube in fear.

"You killed Miss Jane!" A boy suddenly accused Syx, eyes teary.

"No!" Syx exclaimed, frantically raising his arms in self defense. "She's not dead yet! I can bring her back! All I need is just..." searching around, he picked a small flower vase on the teacher's table, pulled out the flower, and drenched the little blue cube with water from the vase. "... a little H2O..."

Miss Jane returned to herself then, her glasses tipped at an angle and her knotted hair sloppy. She felt like she had been asleep during her job, and woken up roughly. Her world was spinning.

"I told you so!" strangely enough, Syx was standing near her with a vase in one hand and flowers in the other hand, a superior smile adorned his face. All other pairs of eyes darted at the little blue alien angrily. All pairs of eyes, except Roxanne's. That girl, who tied her bobbed hair in pink ribbons, was the only one disinterested at the judgment moment.

Syx had to spend the rest of that day standing in the quiet corner, to reflect on what he had done wrong. Frankly, he totally didn't get what was wrong. And he voiced his opinion loudly.

"Why am I the only one being sentenced? I wasn't planning on shooting Miss Jane! I would have demonstrated the abilities of my gun at this chair..." he gestured at the object he meant, "...if Mark didn't pounce at me and accidentally set the barrel on Miss Jane!"

The only one on his side was his pet, who nodded in agreement; its teeth were bared at the other children.

"I want my lawyer now!"

Nobody listened to his rants. He plopped down in the corner, just toying around with his friend in a glass sphere. He looked away as Miss Jane put a gold star on Mark's wide chest, adding another accomplishment for his courage.

Syx sat cross-legged at his corner, propping his cheek with one hand. It was unfair that the burly boy was the one getting all the rewards, when he was also the one who pulled at the trigger of the mayhem.

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After the school hours ended and most other kids have gone home, Miss Jane approached the orange-suited blue kid sitting in the quiet corner and patted him on the shoulder. Syx shrugged her hand off, still angry.

"I'm kinda glad I dehydrated you."

Miss Jane huffed at his statement. She was about to question him if he had learned his mistake when he continued, "If you want to ask if I am sorry, my answer is: no, I'm not! It was his fault!"

Miss Jane lowered her body and kneeled before her student, "Syx, there's nothing wrong with a little demonstration."

He let out an angry huff. "Now you tell me."

"...however, this society doesn't accept guns as normal everyday tool. Your friends aren't used to weapons being demonstrated right before their eyes," at this Syx turned around, realization dawning in his eyes. "They are familiar to it as dangerous stuff, and I discouraged my students to carry weapons in their pockets."

"But it's not..." Syx sighed, "...it's not exactly a weapon, and Uncle 12-56-92 approves of its function as a helping tool and self-defense mechanism, like pepper-spray."

"Hm. I don't know how it's done at the penitentiary, but I don't want you wandering around in my class carrying a gun." She replied with the sternest tone she could muster. It was hard to be tough in front of those kicked puppy eyes.

His fish looked up at its master, swimming in circles as if to cheer him up. "Noted, Miss Jane. I won't carry weapons anymore," the kid's reply came in a low, disappointed tone.

"Good. You may go home now." Miss Jane stood and walked to her desk. Syx turned to the door, almost leaving when he heard his teacher called, "Wait, Syx. I have something for you."

His purple ears were increasing. "Yes, Miss?"

She returned his dehydration gun blueprint, three golden stars adorning one corner of the blue paper. Butterflies flapped their wings inside her stomach when she saw his green eyes lit up.

"I felt that you deserve some compliments. I adore your work, and would like to see more of your inventions. Just... try to keep it civil, okay?"

"It would be fantastic!" Suddenly, he was a happy little alien again.

"I have copied your picture. Tomorrow you'll see it hanging on the class' walls," Miss Jane smiled at his big green eyes, taking joy in seeing the little one's face brightly lit with pride.

"Thank you! See you tomorrow, Miss Jane!" he happily exclaimed, and went out of the school house.

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Not far from the school's door, Roxanne was waiting for him. The two had grown accustomed to each other's weirdness, and got close because of it. "I think your dried gun is cool," she suddenly exclaimed and stood beside him. She didn't say it while smiling; her lips tightly pursed into a thin line.

The alien pouted at her misunderstanding. "It's not a dried gun. It's dehydration gun. Gun which dries objects," Catching a glimpse of acceptance, Syx quickly become a talking machine. "I know it's cool and all, but nobody appreciated the sophisticated technology behind this little frame," his eyes wondered to the girl beside him. "Except you, of course."

"Uh-huh, yes, I think your drawing is pretty, too," she complimented him further, opening the folds of her own work. "Mine isn't as..." she stared at it for a second, before closing it again. "...you drew like an adult. It's awesome."

"Show me yours, Roxanne," the little blue alien coaxed, "Your drawing, I mean."

The girl shook her head, denying him the privilege. "You'll laugh."

"We won't know until I see it. Come on, don't be so modest."

"What's modest?" she replied with a question. She was so unpredictable at times, because when she was faced with something she didn't know yet, a question was bound to escape her.

He scratched his big blue bald head. "Um, well, how to put it... It's like when you draw something nice, you didn't go around and brag it to everyone. But that wasn't entirely right. Uhhh... Not cocky. Understand?"

"Oh. I like that," she nodded in understanding, "I'm being modest here, Syx."

She was far less brilliant than him, but Syx always lost arguments against her. Her one-liners often caught him off-guard, speechless.

"Okay, okay. If you insist," Syx threw his hands up to the air.

"Insist?"

"Pressing on. Pestering someone to do... or not to do something." Syx added, turning to his close friend, tried to take a peek of what she was hiding. His curiosity was often too big to handle.

The girl opened her drawing. Unpredictable as always, she changed her mind so easily. "Take a look, Syx. But don't laugh. Laughing is not modest."

Syx eyed the drawing. He couldn't really bask at the prettiness, because it was messy and bluntly said, ugly. It looked like a fish, but he caught a glimpse of teeth and fins. And sphere around it. He knew that shape.

"Did you draw Minion?" he inquired, eyes narrowing into slits to take in the shape better. He had to use all his imagination to find out the meaning of the picture. "Minion... swimming?"

The girl nodded, faint smile in her lips. "Yes," she was giving him a warm, happy expression when she suddenly heard the familiar horn of her car. She turned to a red mommies' car.

"I have to go now, Syx. You can have that. Bye-bye!"

Talking with her, they couldn't speak on just one issue. She bounced all over the subject, often getting out of topic. But there was one thing he liked the most of her: the look in her eyes when he talked. Her blue eyes were anchored into his, never letting go until his last sentence. He never had someone taking him that seriously, and sometimes, he couldn't bear to look at those intense eyes for too long.

It had been hard to see her off. The blue kid waved at her car for some time, before eying the ugly drawing again. Minion seemed to like it. Its big eyes were gawking at the picture intently, lovingly.

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