Chapter 3: Separation
Title: Ties of Darkness
Rating: PG-13 for language? Well, definitely thoughts about eating small children….
Warnings: Shounen-ai or yaoi whichever
Pairings: Hints of A/S and Y/C
The group disembarked, ignoring the loud call for first years. It wasn't as if they were eleven. Ara scowled as once again, Heart of Sword[1] refused to play. She shut the player off, slipping it casually into her pocket to allow her headphones to rest around her neck. Half an hour before reaching the school, it was suggested that they change into their school robes. None of the assassins removed their normal clothing; the robes were too bulky to move around in if the need arose.
"Ne, how do we know where we're supposed to go?" Ken inquired as the group entered the main building.
Students were everywhere, chattering noisily. The loud voices were punctuated by the occasional shriek as some random objet fell from the ceiling on to unsuspecting students. Schuldig sighed and slipped a finger under Farfarello's collar to keep him from wandering off. If he went off, those screams wouldn't be caused by random things from the ceiling. The German directed the small knot of assassins to a stairwell in the main hall.
"We stay here. Some guy with greasy hair's supposed to show us the way…"
"Ick. I certainly hope the man washes his hair…. It'd be gross otherwise…"
"I assume you're the new students. I'm…"
"Professor Snape, we know…"
*Ok, this guy is a total nut job. Not even Farfarello is this bad. I mean talk about anti-social with a side-ways stick up his ass. Come on! Not even Aya or Brad combined is this bad. I'm gonna have fun fuckin' with this guy. All holier-than-thou…. Wonder if somebody could make him scream…not like that. Terror ya know? The only one I want to hear scream like that at this point is sexy Aya. Crawford has no idea how this truce is gonna work out for me…. I'm gonna get laid. I'm gonna get laid….*
Snape recoiled somewhat, surprise lightening the usual scowl. The surprise was there for a brief moment before a cold expression replaced it. He swept the edge of his cloak and stormed off, leaving the group to stand there with puzzled expressions. By now the hall had cleared and Schuldig bade them to follow Snape. They strode down several hallways, finally stopping behind a large group of children of age eleven. A severe looking woman stood before the cowering group of pre-teens. She eyed the new arrivals angrily.
^Mou…what the fuck's her problem? ^
^I have no idea. ^
^Talk about scary…^
^Psycho movie scary…^
^She's pissed…^
^Naze? We aren't late or anything. ^
^She has an idea of what we are and doesn't like it. Somebody squealed about there being a white-haired Irishman with and eyepatch tossing knives around. ^
^I was bored and the Weiß kitty didn't want to play. ^
^Define play… ^ Ken interjected in annoyance.
^I wonder how we can scare these kids even more…. ^
^This is going to be so entertaining. ^
~*~
*This is so boring. Geez, there's nothing to do save watching Youji and what he thinks is taking discreet glances at Crawford. Please. Ken is subtler in the flower shop as he's falling on his face. I'm surrounded by buffoons. Where the hell are they? I certainly hope it doesn't take this long every single day. This is just way too boring. Granted, it's not like I'll ever admit it…. *
Across the table from him was Youji. Currently he was looking around for his teammates and those of Schwarz, wanting to see what Crawford's definition of 'quite well' was.
"You may as well stop, they're not here."
*See; now I can't help but glare at this guy. He's a tad condescending when he talks to me and it's annoying. I'm so gonna have to thaw this guy out if I have any intention of getting laid this year. But, hey, why argue? I've found myself wanting to obey him. I finally figured out why he's the leader. I mean Schuldig doesn't strike me as the type to take orders but you find yourself wanting to obey him the minute he says something. It's kinda weird…*
~*~
^Ok, how retarded is this? ^ Ken inquired mentally.
^Pretty damn stupid Soccerboy. ^
^Quite calling me that! ^
^Fine…Kenken…^
*I had no idea this guy was so annoying! Jesus…. It's like he's just sitting there in my head, waiting to pounce on something. No he's calling me KenKen. I hate it when Youji calls me that, even more so now. Damn them! How is it that the rest of Schwarz puts up with this? Suddenly he's laughing in my head and the sound's kinda bouncing off the insides of my skull. Gods that feels weird…*
The giant group of children and six assassins walked into a giant room, with a darkened ceiling, like it was outside. The children clumped together in tiny packs, hoping to shrink from everyone else's sight.
^Mou…these kids remind me of cattle. Tasty…^
^Keep your eyes off the children Dragon. ^
^Fine. ^
They had reached a raised platform by now and the six of them stood off in the back, away from the frightened children. While their thoughts were quite amusing, none of the assassins could royally screw with them. They watched as one by one the others were called up in alphabetical order.
"Farfarello!"
The Irishman stalked forward, eye travelling over the room. So many young children to torment. This could be a fun year provided he could get the Weiß kitty to play. He approached the angry woman, waiting as she gingerly placed a tattered hat on his head. The hat was muttering inside his head, like Schuldig did on missions.
"Hufflepuff!"
^Schist! How the fuck did that happen? ^
^Wow…. ^
Farfarello removed the hat and looked at Schuldig. The German indicated to the table in the middle left. Farfarello walked there, watching in amusement as the others at the table slide away in fear. He sat closest to the other children as he could, grinning when they slid away even further.
"Hidaka, Ken!"
Ken stared at the woman in annoyance. Her pronunciation was horrible. He walked over and took the hat form her and put on his head. He continued glaring at the room' other occupants.
"Hufflepuff!"
^Ho...shit! Ken's not likin' this! ^
^But, Farfie is, look at him. He's grinning like 'Ha! Now the Weiß kitty has to play.' ^
The table that Farfarello was at erupted into cheers. Ken was less scary looking than Farfarello. He removed the hat and walked over there, sitting next to Farfarello as the rest of the table filled in around him, keeping space between them and Farfarello.
"Nahoe, Ara!"
Ara glared and went over to the woman.
"It's Na-ho-ya. Not Na-ho. Na-ho-ya."
The woman didn't reply but continued her routine like one of those robots you see in those sci-fi flicks. The hat was placed on Ara's head. She stood there tapping her foot in annoyance. After what seemed like forever, the hat made a choice.
"Slytherin!"
She removed the hat and sauntered over to the table on the far left. The table was cheering, punctuated by the occasional catcall. She glared at the offenders who quieted down.
"Nahoe, Nagi!"
Nagi smiled, she got it right that time. Ara waved encouragingly.
^Go for it. Crawford says you end up with me. ^
Brightened at the prospect of not being all by himself with a bunch of normals, Nagi approached the stool, going through the farce of not knowing where he was supposed to be. Shortly after his dorm was called, he went to sit with Ara. He also got a number of catcalls.
~*~
Omi was fidgeting with the hem of his robe sleeve, as if trying to pull the threads out. It was annoying Schuldig to no end.
^Kid, quit fuckin' around. Nothing to be nervous about. You're stuck with me. ^
^Nothing to be nervous about? You just pointed out a reason. I'm stuck with you. You could be a pedophile or something! ^
^Please kid, you're not my type. Besides I don't like little kids and if I went after anyone on Weiß…^
"Schuldig!"
^Who on Weiß? ^
^Not you kid ^
"Gryffindor!"
^Kid, just deal with it. Not sure why I'm in this ridiculous house though. Oh well. ^
~*~
An hour later, the students filed at of the dining hall and into the corridors, heading off in different directions. Tomorrow lessons began and none of them really wanted to follow through with being students.
^I'm beat. ^
^Join the club. ^
^Do you think the children are too tired to run? ^ Farfarello inquired from his spot on the other side of the campus.
^No Farfie. Ken, keep an eye on him. Maybe two. ^
^Me? ^
^Yes. Now behave children…. No bloodletting ^
The Slytherin house was in a far corner of the campus, a small tower that went both upstairs and downstairs into the dungeon. It was going to get nippy come winter.
~*~
Omi scowled. He was stuck with Schuldig and the answer, or lack thereof, to the question of who the German's chosen Weiß prey was gnawed at his brain. He couldn't figure it out.
^Quit worrying about it. He's old enough to make his own decisions. ^
^Ken-kun? ^
^Ken? Nah, he's got a blood thing going, gets along with Farfie better. ^
^Then who? ^
^Nunya. ^
^Why won't you tell me? ^
^' Cause you'll go tell him and ruin my plans for the sexy one. ^
^Oh. ^
^Now go to bed kid. You're thoughts are too sunny. Go on now, shoo! ^
~*~
Ken was bored. He supposed to be playing the part of a sixteen-year-old. All of them were, minus Aya and Youji. They'd escaped unscathed as usual. He looked around, analyzing his roommates. He was stuck with the Irishman, perhaps his best company judging by the other occupants. A boy with light blond hair sat next to him, ignoring the movement in the room.
"Hi, I'm Ken."
"Farfarello," the Irishman muttered, throwing a knife at the wall.
The blood looked up, " Oh, you guys are the transfers. I'm Chris Haverty."
"Don't mind us, we're just resettling. I'm Justin Finch-fletchty."
"Ernie."
"I'm Lance," the last boy said.
"Lance?"
"Yes, Lance."
~OWARI
1. This is the end theme for Kenshin…..Legend of Kyoto, great song.
A/N: Tee-hee! Thanks to everybody who reviewed. I know it might be a smidge complicated but the main point is that she knows them both (teams I mean). By the way, you dare me to put Farfie with Hufflepuff; it's going to happen. *grins* I love this game…..I should hopefully have part four up soon…..I took some license. No clue if someone in Hufflepuff has the name Chris Haverty (why do I keep thinking it's a furniture store), don't care either. Ja ne!
Title: Ties of Darkness
Rating: PG-13 for language? Well, definitely thoughts about eating small children….
Warnings: Shounen-ai or yaoi whichever
Pairings: Hints of A/S and Y/C
The group disembarked, ignoring the loud call for first years. It wasn't as if they were eleven. Ara scowled as once again, Heart of Sword[1] refused to play. She shut the player off, slipping it casually into her pocket to allow her headphones to rest around her neck. Half an hour before reaching the school, it was suggested that they change into their school robes. None of the assassins removed their normal clothing; the robes were too bulky to move around in if the need arose.
"Ne, how do we know where we're supposed to go?" Ken inquired as the group entered the main building.
Students were everywhere, chattering noisily. The loud voices were punctuated by the occasional shriek as some random objet fell from the ceiling on to unsuspecting students. Schuldig sighed and slipped a finger under Farfarello's collar to keep him from wandering off. If he went off, those screams wouldn't be caused by random things from the ceiling. The German directed the small knot of assassins to a stairwell in the main hall.
"We stay here. Some guy with greasy hair's supposed to show us the way…"
"Ick. I certainly hope the man washes his hair…. It'd be gross otherwise…"
"I assume you're the new students. I'm…"
"Professor Snape, we know…"
*Ok, this guy is a total nut job. Not even Farfarello is this bad. I mean talk about anti-social with a side-ways stick up his ass. Come on! Not even Aya or Brad combined is this bad. I'm gonna have fun fuckin' with this guy. All holier-than-thou…. Wonder if somebody could make him scream…not like that. Terror ya know? The only one I want to hear scream like that at this point is sexy Aya. Crawford has no idea how this truce is gonna work out for me…. I'm gonna get laid. I'm gonna get laid….*
Snape recoiled somewhat, surprise lightening the usual scowl. The surprise was there for a brief moment before a cold expression replaced it. He swept the edge of his cloak and stormed off, leaving the group to stand there with puzzled expressions. By now the hall had cleared and Schuldig bade them to follow Snape. They strode down several hallways, finally stopping behind a large group of children of age eleven. A severe looking woman stood before the cowering group of pre-teens. She eyed the new arrivals angrily.
^Mou…what the fuck's her problem? ^
^I have no idea. ^
^Talk about scary…^
^Psycho movie scary…^
^She's pissed…^
^Naze? We aren't late or anything. ^
^She has an idea of what we are and doesn't like it. Somebody squealed about there being a white-haired Irishman with and eyepatch tossing knives around. ^
^I was bored and the Weiß kitty didn't want to play. ^
^Define play… ^ Ken interjected in annoyance.
^I wonder how we can scare these kids even more…. ^
^This is going to be so entertaining. ^
~*~
*This is so boring. Geez, there's nothing to do save watching Youji and what he thinks is taking discreet glances at Crawford. Please. Ken is subtler in the flower shop as he's falling on his face. I'm surrounded by buffoons. Where the hell are they? I certainly hope it doesn't take this long every single day. This is just way too boring. Granted, it's not like I'll ever admit it…. *
Across the table from him was Youji. Currently he was looking around for his teammates and those of Schwarz, wanting to see what Crawford's definition of 'quite well' was.
"You may as well stop, they're not here."
*See; now I can't help but glare at this guy. He's a tad condescending when he talks to me and it's annoying. I'm so gonna have to thaw this guy out if I have any intention of getting laid this year. But, hey, why argue? I've found myself wanting to obey him. I finally figured out why he's the leader. I mean Schuldig doesn't strike me as the type to take orders but you find yourself wanting to obey him the minute he says something. It's kinda weird…*
~*~
^Ok, how retarded is this? ^ Ken inquired mentally.
^Pretty damn stupid Soccerboy. ^
^Quite calling me that! ^
^Fine…Kenken…^
*I had no idea this guy was so annoying! Jesus…. It's like he's just sitting there in my head, waiting to pounce on something. No he's calling me KenKen. I hate it when Youji calls me that, even more so now. Damn them! How is it that the rest of Schwarz puts up with this? Suddenly he's laughing in my head and the sound's kinda bouncing off the insides of my skull. Gods that feels weird…*
The giant group of children and six assassins walked into a giant room, with a darkened ceiling, like it was outside. The children clumped together in tiny packs, hoping to shrink from everyone else's sight.
^Mou…these kids remind me of cattle. Tasty…^
^Keep your eyes off the children Dragon. ^
^Fine. ^
They had reached a raised platform by now and the six of them stood off in the back, away from the frightened children. While their thoughts were quite amusing, none of the assassins could royally screw with them. They watched as one by one the others were called up in alphabetical order.
"Farfarello!"
The Irishman stalked forward, eye travelling over the room. So many young children to torment. This could be a fun year provided he could get the Weiß kitty to play. He approached the angry woman, waiting as she gingerly placed a tattered hat on his head. The hat was muttering inside his head, like Schuldig did on missions.
"Hufflepuff!"
^Schist! How the fuck did that happen? ^
^Wow…. ^
Farfarello removed the hat and looked at Schuldig. The German indicated to the table in the middle left. Farfarello walked there, watching in amusement as the others at the table slide away in fear. He sat closest to the other children as he could, grinning when they slid away even further.
"Hidaka, Ken!"
Ken stared at the woman in annoyance. Her pronunciation was horrible. He walked over and took the hat form her and put on his head. He continued glaring at the room' other occupants.
"Hufflepuff!"
^Ho...shit! Ken's not likin' this! ^
^But, Farfie is, look at him. He's grinning like 'Ha! Now the Weiß kitty has to play.' ^
The table that Farfarello was at erupted into cheers. Ken was less scary looking than Farfarello. He removed the hat and walked over there, sitting next to Farfarello as the rest of the table filled in around him, keeping space between them and Farfarello.
"Nahoe, Ara!"
Ara glared and went over to the woman.
"It's Na-ho-ya. Not Na-ho. Na-ho-ya."
The woman didn't reply but continued her routine like one of those robots you see in those sci-fi flicks. The hat was placed on Ara's head. She stood there tapping her foot in annoyance. After what seemed like forever, the hat made a choice.
"Slytherin!"
She removed the hat and sauntered over to the table on the far left. The table was cheering, punctuated by the occasional catcall. She glared at the offenders who quieted down.
"Nahoe, Nagi!"
Nagi smiled, she got it right that time. Ara waved encouragingly.
^Go for it. Crawford says you end up with me. ^
Brightened at the prospect of not being all by himself with a bunch of normals, Nagi approached the stool, going through the farce of not knowing where he was supposed to be. Shortly after his dorm was called, he went to sit with Ara. He also got a number of catcalls.
~*~
Omi was fidgeting with the hem of his robe sleeve, as if trying to pull the threads out. It was annoying Schuldig to no end.
^Kid, quit fuckin' around. Nothing to be nervous about. You're stuck with me. ^
^Nothing to be nervous about? You just pointed out a reason. I'm stuck with you. You could be a pedophile or something! ^
^Please kid, you're not my type. Besides I don't like little kids and if I went after anyone on Weiß…^
"Schuldig!"
^Who on Weiß? ^
^Not you kid ^
"Gryffindor!"
^Kid, just deal with it. Not sure why I'm in this ridiculous house though. Oh well. ^
~*~
An hour later, the students filed at of the dining hall and into the corridors, heading off in different directions. Tomorrow lessons began and none of them really wanted to follow through with being students.
^I'm beat. ^
^Join the club. ^
^Do you think the children are too tired to run? ^ Farfarello inquired from his spot on the other side of the campus.
^No Farfie. Ken, keep an eye on him. Maybe two. ^
^Me? ^
^Yes. Now behave children…. No bloodletting ^
The Slytherin house was in a far corner of the campus, a small tower that went both upstairs and downstairs into the dungeon. It was going to get nippy come winter.
~*~
Omi scowled. He was stuck with Schuldig and the answer, or lack thereof, to the question of who the German's chosen Weiß prey was gnawed at his brain. He couldn't figure it out.
^Quit worrying about it. He's old enough to make his own decisions. ^
^Ken-kun? ^
^Ken? Nah, he's got a blood thing going, gets along with Farfie better. ^
^Then who? ^
^Nunya. ^
^Why won't you tell me? ^
^' Cause you'll go tell him and ruin my plans for the sexy one. ^
^Oh. ^
^Now go to bed kid. You're thoughts are too sunny. Go on now, shoo! ^
~*~
Ken was bored. He supposed to be playing the part of a sixteen-year-old. All of them were, minus Aya and Youji. They'd escaped unscathed as usual. He looked around, analyzing his roommates. He was stuck with the Irishman, perhaps his best company judging by the other occupants. A boy with light blond hair sat next to him, ignoring the movement in the room.
"Hi, I'm Ken."
"Farfarello," the Irishman muttered, throwing a knife at the wall.
The blood looked up, " Oh, you guys are the transfers. I'm Chris Haverty."
"Don't mind us, we're just resettling. I'm Justin Finch-fletchty."
"Ernie."
"I'm Lance," the last boy said.
"Lance?"
"Yes, Lance."
~OWARI
1. This is the end theme for Kenshin…..Legend of Kyoto, great song.
A/N: Tee-hee! Thanks to everybody who reviewed. I know it might be a smidge complicated but the main point is that she knows them both (teams I mean). By the way, you dare me to put Farfie with Hufflepuff; it's going to happen. *grins* I love this game…..I should hopefully have part four up soon…..I took some license. No clue if someone in Hufflepuff has the name Chris Haverty (why do I keep thinking it's a furniture store), don't care either. Ja ne!
