A/N: I know how it feels to be the odd one.... I was always the odd one and will always be.
Disclaimer: I dont own Holmes, Watson or Moriarty. Underwood and all the others are MINE! Nyahahaha... Oh joy... Underwood. :P
OF BREAD AND CHEESE
CHAPTER ONE
Three times.... Only three more times....
The boy, clad in black and dark purple clothing and black make-up in general, instead of running away at the sound of the approaching footsteps, just moved faster. Fumbling with his lighter, he finally got it lit when a strong hand clasped onto his should.
"Well, Mr. Spengler, we meet again," said the deep authoritive voice.
Damn.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey!" Pixel Henri yelled, "Leave her alone!"
Two faces turned to look at the grinning girl. That of Amelia Cook, resident head cheerleader, and Rachelle Chester, resident hippie.
"Hi Pixie," Amelia mocked, "Don't you have some girl to go screw?"
"Oh yehh," Pixel replied hotly, "That's original." She turned her gaze over to the young hippy. "What's you name girl?"
"...Rachelle Chester..." the hippy replied.
"Cool name. This cheer-freak bugging you?"
"....." Rachelle looked scared.
"That's what I thought," Pixel replied, "You weren't gonna hurt this poor timid little creature were ya Ame-Lee?" Pixel approached the girl with a menacing air, "Cause if you WERE..."
"NO!" Amelia replied quickly, "not at all! I was just.. ahh... just..."
Pixel cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "Leaving?"
"Yes, that's it! Leaving..."
"WHAT ON EARTH DID YOU DO NOW MISS.CHESTER!!" came the bellow from Mr.Underwood, resident Vice Principal.
Mr.Underwood walked up to where the three girls stood and grabbed the small hippy-girl by the arm. With his other hand he ran his fingers over the fresh paint of the mural on the wall. he spoke the words written in the middle of the mural with contempt.
"Love... Happiness... Joy... Ms. Chester, those are to be practiced outside of the school! You know better than to do this!"
"Yeh, Miss.Chester," Pixel mocked Mr.Underwood's voice under her breath, "School is annoyance, pain and boredom."
Amelia took this brief moment of silence to her advantage.
"Mr.Underwood!" She wailed, "Pixel hit me!"
"Ah! What?" Pixel snapped, "Why you little brat..."
"Pixel! Fighting in school again?" Mr.Underwood stared hard at her while she tried to plead with him.
"Mr.Underwood, I didn't touch the little..."
"LANGUAGE!"
As Mr.Underwood dragged Pixel and Rachelle off by the arms, Amelia stuck her tounge out at them. Pixel flipped her off and Amelia scowled back.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
For a broken locker and a missing textbook, the boy wouldn't have been late for class that day.
The day itself was going worse than usual. On the way to school, for last nights snowfall, more than one snowball hit it's target. When he arrived at school, his jacket was soaked through and his entire body felt numb.
As he stood inanely struggling with his locker, agrivated and annoyed, he heard footsteps behind him. For the heaviness of said footsteps and a small, barely audiable, snicker of glee, he had no problem deducing two conclusions. The person was heading for him and the person was trouble. A large student, not a teacher. An older student.
He turned. He sighed. He was right. Sometimes he hated being correct.
"Hey Holmes," said the student. The boy recognized him as Terry McGrath. Popular, sporty and a bully. This was not a first encounter.
"McGrath." Holmes uttered the word callously.
"Skip the pleasantry," McGrath muttered, "Where is it?"
"I told you no."
"You don't say no to me," McGrath retorted, voice dripping malice.
"No."
"I ask you once more..."
"McGrath, if you're too stupid to do your homework for yourself, then you don't deserve to pass."
"Well then..." McGrath pondered it for a second, "If you put it that way..." Out of nowhere, but with grand inevitability, McGrath swung his fist out and make contact with Holmes' abdomin.
Holmes winced, bending foreward slightly.
"Then give me yours."
"No."
"No?"
"I didn't do it."
McGrath looked at Holmes incredily, "You didn't do your homework? Smartest kid in the whole school and you didn't do your homework? BULLSHIT. Give it up. You're not fooling me."
"I'm not trying to fool you."
"I'm warning you..." McGrath clenched his knuckles.
"I'm not trying to fool you."
McGrath punched him again; this time in the face. Holmes' head flew backwards on impact and smashed into his locker. Blood flowed freely from his nose.
"I'm.... not... trying.... to.... fool.... you...." Holmes gasped between breaths.
McGrath got ready for another hit, but heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
"I'll get you later Holmes." McGrath ran off.
As soon as McGrath disappeared, Holmes stood and smiled slightly as he pulled some papers from his finally opened locker. "I'm not trying to fool you McGrath... I did fool you."
Holmes placed the papers into his bookbag and headed toward the nurse's office.
"Mr.Holmes!" came a voice, owner to those footsteps that scared off McGrath, "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in class?"
"Mr.Underwood,"Holmes said calmly, "I am on my way to the Nur---"
"No excuses!" Mr.Underwood barked, "DETENTION!"
"But I---"
"DETENTION!!!" Mr.Underwood repeated, causing a few passerbyers to look their way.
Holmes sighed.
Disclaimer: I dont own Holmes, Watson or Moriarty. Underwood and all the others are MINE! Nyahahaha... Oh joy... Underwood. :P
OF BREAD AND CHEESE
CHAPTER ONE
Three times.... Only three more times....
The boy, clad in black and dark purple clothing and black make-up in general, instead of running away at the sound of the approaching footsteps, just moved faster. Fumbling with his lighter, he finally got it lit when a strong hand clasped onto his should.
"Well, Mr. Spengler, we meet again," said the deep authoritive voice.
Damn.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey!" Pixel Henri yelled, "Leave her alone!"
Two faces turned to look at the grinning girl. That of Amelia Cook, resident head cheerleader, and Rachelle Chester, resident hippie.
"Hi Pixie," Amelia mocked, "Don't you have some girl to go screw?"
"Oh yehh," Pixel replied hotly, "That's original." She turned her gaze over to the young hippy. "What's you name girl?"
"...Rachelle Chester..." the hippy replied.
"Cool name. This cheer-freak bugging you?"
"....." Rachelle looked scared.
"That's what I thought," Pixel replied, "You weren't gonna hurt this poor timid little creature were ya Ame-Lee?" Pixel approached the girl with a menacing air, "Cause if you WERE..."
"NO!" Amelia replied quickly, "not at all! I was just.. ahh... just..."
Pixel cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "Leaving?"
"Yes, that's it! Leaving..."
"WHAT ON EARTH DID YOU DO NOW MISS.CHESTER!!" came the bellow from Mr.Underwood, resident Vice Principal.
Mr.Underwood walked up to where the three girls stood and grabbed the small hippy-girl by the arm. With his other hand he ran his fingers over the fresh paint of the mural on the wall. he spoke the words written in the middle of the mural with contempt.
"Love... Happiness... Joy... Ms. Chester, those are to be practiced outside of the school! You know better than to do this!"
"Yeh, Miss.Chester," Pixel mocked Mr.Underwood's voice under her breath, "School is annoyance, pain and boredom."
Amelia took this brief moment of silence to her advantage.
"Mr.Underwood!" She wailed, "Pixel hit me!"
"Ah! What?" Pixel snapped, "Why you little brat..."
"Pixel! Fighting in school again?" Mr.Underwood stared hard at her while she tried to plead with him.
"Mr.Underwood, I didn't touch the little..."
"LANGUAGE!"
As Mr.Underwood dragged Pixel and Rachelle off by the arms, Amelia stuck her tounge out at them. Pixel flipped her off and Amelia scowled back.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
For a broken locker and a missing textbook, the boy wouldn't have been late for class that day.
The day itself was going worse than usual. On the way to school, for last nights snowfall, more than one snowball hit it's target. When he arrived at school, his jacket was soaked through and his entire body felt numb.
As he stood inanely struggling with his locker, agrivated and annoyed, he heard footsteps behind him. For the heaviness of said footsteps and a small, barely audiable, snicker of glee, he had no problem deducing two conclusions. The person was heading for him and the person was trouble. A large student, not a teacher. An older student.
He turned. He sighed. He was right. Sometimes he hated being correct.
"Hey Holmes," said the student. The boy recognized him as Terry McGrath. Popular, sporty and a bully. This was not a first encounter.
"McGrath." Holmes uttered the word callously.
"Skip the pleasantry," McGrath muttered, "Where is it?"
"I told you no."
"You don't say no to me," McGrath retorted, voice dripping malice.
"No."
"I ask you once more..."
"McGrath, if you're too stupid to do your homework for yourself, then you don't deserve to pass."
"Well then..." McGrath pondered it for a second, "If you put it that way..." Out of nowhere, but with grand inevitability, McGrath swung his fist out and make contact with Holmes' abdomin.
Holmes winced, bending foreward slightly.
"Then give me yours."
"No."
"No?"
"I didn't do it."
McGrath looked at Holmes incredily, "You didn't do your homework? Smartest kid in the whole school and you didn't do your homework? BULLSHIT. Give it up. You're not fooling me."
"I'm not trying to fool you."
"I'm warning you..." McGrath clenched his knuckles.
"I'm not trying to fool you."
McGrath punched him again; this time in the face. Holmes' head flew backwards on impact and smashed into his locker. Blood flowed freely from his nose.
"I'm.... not... trying.... to.... fool.... you...." Holmes gasped between breaths.
McGrath got ready for another hit, but heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
"I'll get you later Holmes." McGrath ran off.
As soon as McGrath disappeared, Holmes stood and smiled slightly as he pulled some papers from his finally opened locker. "I'm not trying to fool you McGrath... I did fool you."
Holmes placed the papers into his bookbag and headed toward the nurse's office.
"Mr.Holmes!" came a voice, owner to those footsteps that scared off McGrath, "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in class?"
"Mr.Underwood,"Holmes said calmly, "I am on my way to the Nur---"
"No excuses!" Mr.Underwood barked, "DETENTION!"
"But I---"
"DETENTION!!!" Mr.Underwood repeated, causing a few passerbyers to look their way.
Holmes sighed.