Reality TV
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Romance/Humor
Pairing(s): Nohiro/Rune, Ruwalk/Alfeegi, Tetheus/Kaistern, Shydeman/Fedelta
Warnings: Shounen ai, maybe light yaoi? So IOW, rating may change.
Plot: Reincarnated/AU fic... they're all average high school/college-level American students... watch them go on with their lives of friendship, rivalries, blossoming romances, and being subbed by Kharl for Biology! Oh, and... beware the last one. And this is not meant to be too much of angst, but it has it sometimes.
Notes: Of course, Tetheus and Shydeman and Shyrendora are all related, but we won't see much of Shyrendora. Or much of the female characters, period. Kaistern has an apartment and Rath lives with him... no yaoi implied.
Based on my school... **sigh and groan**
Don't ask about the title, or I will sick the Watering Can on you.
Chapter One-
The bell rang with an ominous sound... it didn't sound good for our young heroes as they walked through the dimly lit hallways, pressing against obstacles and running into dangers at every turn...
"Damn! Why is Freshman hallway so crowded?" Thatz yelled in a loud voice as Rath shrugged in reply.
"Well, logic says that it's because it is the front hallway and connected to the commons." Rune answered.
"Yeah, well, we need to get to Advisory. Where're your classes?" Rath asked.
"Room 307, T. Rowe." Rune commented, remembering the slip of fluorescent paper on the front of the door.
"Room 314." Thatz yawned.
"Hm, me too!" Rath smiled.
"Well, see ya Rune!" They ran off to find their way, leaving the poor long-haired blond on his own.
"My first day of Freshman year... my, it doesn't seem too bad... I haven't seen anyone get shoved into a locker as of yet. In fact, these lockers seem rather small to fit someone in..." He told himself this to calm his own nerves as he crossed into the Junior back hallway to where the rooms in the 300's were.
The Juniors were a lot taller than him.
He found the room and quickly slid into a seat in the front. Soon, more people crowded in. One particular boy came up and sat behind him.
"Hi." The boy said cheerily.
"Hello." Rune turned around in his seat that was discomfortingly connected to the desk. And what was even worse, he couldn't lean back because one of the metal bars was missing.
"My name's Nohiro and you are?"
"Rune. Pleasure to meet you."
"Same here." Nohiro smiled. "Hey, question, do you have a boyfriend?"
Rune flushed and was silent before shaking his head.
"Really? Will you go out with me? I mean, yeah, we just met and all, but you seem really nice, and, and, and..."
Rune held up a hand before he hyperventilated. "Nohiro, you seem really nice too, but... I'm not a girl. I'm a guy."
Nohiro was silent, comprehending the situation. "Oh! I'm sorry..." He flushed red. "I'm really sorry, I mean, I-I, ah!" He buried his face in his arms.
"That's ok! That's ok!" Rune tried to calm him down, seeing as half the class was staring. "A lot of people make that mistake. It happens all the time." In reality, it didn't, but if it would make him stop...
"Still... ah... this isn't how I thought I would start off high school." He said, picking his head back up.
"Not exactly how I planned either..." Rune said softly.
"Ok, my name is Terry Rowe." The teacher said as she picked up her class roster. "When I call your name, say here, and then we can pass out your schedules! Nathan."
"Here."
"Courtney."
"Here."
"Rune."
"I'm here."
"Nohiro?"
"Yes!"
"Hey, think we're going to dissect anything in Biology?" Thatz asked.
"You know what would be cool? If we found out there was a demon somewhere around here! Like if one of our classmates was. Then I could kill them!" Rath smiled at the possibility.
"Ok Rath, too much Yu Yu Hakusho. You know there's no such thing as demons." Thatz sighed.
"I know..."
The bell rang and everyone sat down. The teacher walked in, setting stuff down and picking up the class roster. "Hello, my name is Lykouleon, and I will be your Advisory teacher for all of your time at high school. Ok, when I call role, say here... Rath?"
"Here!"
"Katherine?"
"Here."
"Thatz?"
"...oh? Huh? Here!"
"Someone should stay awake... Bret?" And on went the roll.
"Fedelta..." The teacher, Mrs. Stone, called in room 305.
"Hn." He grunted, staring straight at the chalkboard.
"Veronica!"
"Here."
"Bierrez."
"Huh?" The yellow/orange-haired asked sleepily.
"Shydeman?"
"Hn." Shydeman shrugged, opening one slit of an eye and glaring.
"Shyrendora?"
"Here." She answered, raising a hand and turning to talk to some friends.
"Twins?"
"Yes ma'am," and "Hn," were the answers... one guess at which came from whom.
"This sucks." Fedelta whispered as the teacher continued role.
"I know. Since when did my sister become a prep?" Shydeman rolled his eyes.
The teacher finished and started handing out schedules. Fedelta and Shydeman received theirs and started comparing.
"Ok, we have Geography the same... and Health. And English. I have gym when you have band." Shydeman pointed stuff out. "Wait, I have gym twice?! Oh no..."
"Band's better than Orchestra." Fedelta muttered, staring at Shydeman's schedule.
"French?" Shydeman asked.
"At least I'm not waiting till my second year to get my first year of a foreign language in." Fedelta bit (not literally) back.
"And now," the teacher looked pointedly at the two, "we will discuss dress code violations."
The two in question obvious were not in dress code...
"We have a lot of the same classes." Rune commented, pointing them out. "Second period gym, fifth Geography, sixth Biology, and seventh Art."
Wow. That means I get to spend a lot of time around Rune, huh? I'm going to love B-days... that's when periods 5-8 are, right? Yeah. A-day is 1-4. Nohiro thought to himself. "You take Orchestra?"
"Yeah. I play the violin."
"I would have gone into band, but I really don't want to have to march around."
"Really? My friend Rath shares an apartment with a college freshman who played in the marching band while he was in high school and said it was fun. French horn, I think it was."
"Oh, then maybe I should have... but then we wouldn't have Gym together!" Nohiro pointed out, smiling innocently.
"True, true." Rune's eyes wandered to the other people crowded into the room. This place was so different from his Intermediate school, where he had gone for a special Gifted program. Rath and Thatz had been normal students there. There were two girls he recognized from that said Gifted program. One was popular and one was a short anime fan- neither had had ever talked to. "So, where did you go to Intermediate school?"
"I went to Brookside."
"I see. Hm, gym is second period..."
"Mr. Lykouleon?" Thatz asked. "What lunches do we have?"
"Yes, I will make that announcement. English and other languages have A lunch, meaning, when the bell rings to go to third period, you go to lunch instead. Health-"
He finished up as the announcements came on and welcomed everyone back to school and whatnot. It was boring, so Rath zoned it out. Both of them had c lunch. Thatz complained that that seemed really late...
Finally, the bell rang.
"Time for band!" Rath chimed, shouldering his backpack.
"Yep. Wonder where Rune is."
At this point of time, Rune and Nohiro were heading for the lockers in the freshmen hall. They had gotten their locker combos with their schedules and didn't feel like carrying their stuff around.
"Hey, watch it." The boy in black glared as Rune bumped into him.
Nohiro's eyes narrowed as the said boy and his white-clad companion walked through the hall, crowds seeming to part for them alone. "Those two."
"Who were they?" Rune asked.
"They were Fedelta and Shydeman. They went to Brookside with me. They're Goths." Nohiro explained.
"Don't Goths usually wear black? What about Shydeman?"
"I don't know... they're just strange. I'd stay away from them." Nohiro warned.
"Will do." Rune's gaze followed them until they turned the hallway.
"Hola clase. Me llamo es senorita Salabarria."
The class stared at her.
"Ok then... Hello class, my name is Ms. Salabarria. This is my first year teaching high school and this is the first class, so... feel like y'all are my guinea pig class."
Bierrez didn't listen as he turned up his CD player. He sat in the back corner of the class, refusing to pay attention.
"Bierrez? Bierrez? Is he here?" Ms. Salabarria called his name a few times.
"Huh? What?" Bierrez asked coldly, opening his eyes just enough to glare.
"Bierrez, I will ask you to take those off now."
"What ever." He shoved them in his large jean pockets and proceeded to ignore everyone.
Nohiro glared at him. So this was Bierrez... a kid that he had heard about that supposedly came from another one of the Intermediate Schools and was responsible for planning the majority of the vandalisms that went on. Shydeman and Fedelta had a self-proclaimed rivalry with him. And now the legend was here, right before his eyes, not looking like anything he should respect.
Bierrez opened a single orange eye and stared at him. "What?"
Nohiro turned around to face the front as his name was called. "Here."
"And class, on Friday (it was a Wednesday, despite being the 1st day of school) you will need to bring your instruments from home or bring in a signed rental form. Today, you will receive your uniforms."
Rath and Thatz had been fitted for uniforms during band camp, but almost no one left their instruments at school during that time, so there was no capabilities to play. Logical, isn't it?
Each student was called one-by-one to receive their uniforms. They would have to bring them home later.
"Marching sucks." Thatz grumbled, rather the lazy person. "And I have to carry my uniform very carefully on the bus!"
"Kaistern picks me up- he can bring you when you need your instrument."
"Thank you... thank you!" Thatz nearly cried. The bus was noisy.
"I'll call him during lunch, assuming he's not in class."
"You live in an apartment with a college guy. No fair..." Thatz groaned.
"No, I hate Kaistern." Rath said simply. "He's too strict on me and he treats me like a little kid."
"What does he keep you from doing?"
"Certain R movies are off limits, doesn't let me go out late at night, no practicing with my sword, and no embarrassing him in front of his friends, despite that he's know them and I've known them a long time. There's more, but you're asking too much from someone who's not a morning person."
Thatz just stared at him, wondering how that was very strict at all, seeing his own parents just said no R-rated movies, period.
Rune was tired, but he couldn't yawn. He just stared at his teacher- who had not yet introduced herself- in total awe; as did the majority of the class. She sat at her desk, writing on something. Her hair was gray and frizzled with lively brown eyes and a backscratcher sticking out of the back of her shirt.
She looked up from what she was writing in suddenly. "Hello class!" She said in a loud voice. "My name is Mrs. Mayo. Welcome to English Pre-AP. Now, you were supposed to have a five-section spiral- I want you to open it up to the second section now and title it: My First Day of High School."
She walked to the front of her desk and held up a roster, calling roll.
Rune followed her instructions and wrote it down.
"Now," she said as she finished, "all of you signed up for the Pre-AP course. I expect you to be able to convey your thoughts into writing. I want you to write your thoughts of this being your first day of high school into your writing."
Rune thought. How has high school treated him so far? It felt so much like when he had entered Intermediate school. So many rumors of things to come, and yet all of them seemed like lies. And already he had made a friend, so it didn't look that bad. And when he got home, he would call his best friend from Intermediate school- a girl named Tintlet- and they would converse about how the first day of school went and whether of not either of them made any new friends.
At this point of time, Mrs. Mayo turned on some happy music that had to do with sunshine and smiling... oh Kami-sama, gag and choke me now.
Fedelta and Shydeman stared at the teacher of Geography- Mrs. Lucas- as she explained her syllabus.
"By the end of the year, you will know the majority of capitols in the countries of the world, you will know the location of major landmarks, and you will know about many cultures that live in these locations and how geography shaped their existence." She paused. "On your desk you will see several pieces of white paper. Take one and draw out how you think the world looks on it. Draw the outlines of the continents. Well, go on!"
Both of them picked up a sheet of paper and drew outlines of what they thought the continents looked like. They were given two minutes.
"Hey, you left off Spain." Fedelta whispered.
Shydeman hissed as he used his eraser. "What about you and Malaysia? And central America?"
"Well, look at your Canada!"
The two minutes produced rather crappy drawings from the whole class.
Mrs. Lucas took them up and flipped through them. "And by the end of the year, you will know so much more about how the world looks, you should be able to make much more accurate maps. You will all become... Lucas Geographers!"
There was silence in the class. This teacher seemed slightly eccentric (though not quite as much as Mrs. Mayo, mind you).
"What classes are next?" Fedelta groaned. "I have band..."
"And that means I have Personal Fitness- one of my Gym classes."
The hour and a half ticked by ever-so-slowly... Fedelta swore he would kill someone if he had to hear about creating games and the mysterious end-of-the-year Big Project ever again. Or the newspaper project, whatever that was.
"This sucks." He snapped under his breath.
"Have patience. According to this schedule they gave us, we have one more minute until the bell rings."
"Thank you..."
The bell rang and Mrs. Lucas glared at it as if it had done some great evil. "You may go."
Kids darted from the room, most rather apathetic in movement, due to it being the first day of school. Most halfway stopped in the middle of the hallway to check their schedules.
"Gym. Why Gym?" Shydeman grumbled.
"I have band." Fedelta was a little happy about this, because he actually enjoyed band. "I don't have to have gym credits because marching takes its place."
"You have to wear the creepy outfits."
"So..."
Shydeman smiled evilly. "I'm going to a football game, if only to see that."
"No, you won't,"
"Every Friday, right?"
"Damn you."
Shydeman sighed. "Such language. Ah, here's the Fine Arts hall, and I believe the band hall is right at the end of it."
Fedelta did not replay, just glared.
Shydeman continued walking, feeling a stare at the back of his head. Turning, he saw the boys from earlier. The one with dark brown hair adverted his eyes and continued talking with the blond.
They were going to be annoying, Shydeman knew.
Rune and Nohiro continued walking behind the taller silvery-haired boy. Nohiro had absolutely nothing good to say about him.
Ten minutes found them in front of a female coach in a co-ed class. This particular teacher had a very evil glare... "Ok class, next time, every one of you needs to bring gym clothes to dress out in. We will start conditioning, which will include running the mile."
There was a chorus of sounds of dismay.
"Don't complain..." She picked up a stack of papers. "Pass these around; they are your syllabuses for the semester."
Nohiro looked it over once he received one.
"Tae-Bo?" Rune sweat-dropped. "Why Tae-Bo?"
"Basketball and volleyball; this class doesn't seem that bad- aside from the running the mile part."
Shydeman sat in the back of the room, against the mirrored wall. He refused to consort with these people. He inevitably wished that Fedelta was here for him to talk to. He may have had a bad reputation from the number of fights he had gotten into and the number of ISS days he had served, but Fedelta had been there to talk to him and break rules with as well.
Ok, so he hadn't been there, exactly, when they had gotten expelled. But that's beside the point.
Lets see how long this teacher could put up with him.
Rath sat with his eyes on the orange and yellow-haired boy that had sat next to him. His orange eyes stared off into space as the class waited for the teacher.
"Ok, class!" Yes, it was the hyperactive, slightly-senile teacher that Rune had had prior to. "I am Mrs. Mayo, your English 1, Pre-AP teacher."
Rath's eyebrow twitched violently. Why had he decided to sit right next to her desk?
"Bierrez!" She called role, making Rath jump from her loud voice.
"Hn." Bierrez nodded, staring off into nothingness. A closer look gave Rath the opportunity to see the earphones in his ears.
"Beard!"
"Huh?" A girl asked sleepily.
On and on went the roll... isn't it rather tiring?
"Rath!"
"Here."
"Rath- that's a strange name. It's almost like the Grapes of Wrath, which you will be reading in here."
There was a gasp and eyes widened. What sort of teacher would make freshmen read that?!
"Just kidding. Though, because this is an advanced course, you will be expected to do exemplary reading and comprehension of the assigned novels. Now, where was I...? See!"
"Here." The blond boy answered.
Rath now wondered, why didn't he take a regular course?!
"So, Bierrez, what's that you're listening to?" Mrs. Mayo came up to him, holding a backscratcher in hand. A look at her desk revealed a cabinet that had two vases of the said backscratchers in them on top of it.
"Anything but you." Bierrez mumbled.
Mrs. Mayo glared at him. "Put those up, or I will be forced to confiscate them and give you a detention. Also, your lack of respect is horrible."
Bierrez shrugged.
And so the match of wits began, and Rath had a ringside seat.
"Ok, class. I have bad news; you're real teacher isn't here today, so I'm here as a substitute."
The first thoughts Thatz had was of what sort of teacher would be gone on the first day of school. But then he looked up.
The substitute teacher had hair that was white and purple that stuck up in back. His purple eyes scanned the room as he picked up the roster. "And I'm sorry I'm late- I had a hard time finding the class. My name is Kharl, or at least that it was I prefer you call me."
A girl up front raised her hand. "Where's our teacher?"
"Oh, your teacher Mrs. Smith... had to be absent due to family ailment."
Thatz's eyes went blank as Kharl called the roll, answering when it was his turn. He noticed the room was full of posters of one actor by the name of Brad Pitt. Thatz had heard his name somewhere or other, but not really cared. However, the number of posters in the room proved at least a slight obsession... at the very least.
Also, Thatz noticed a few girls eyeing the substitute. Sick kids... this was going to turn into some high school drama, wasn't it? Just like on Boston Public. But then again, one of the authors on some story site or other that Rune frequented had said that the most shocking drama is reality. And that person had been referring to high school life, so... damn.
Thatz also wished that there was someone for him to converse with. His eyes sort of glazed over as Kharl passed out syllabuses and went over what materials were required for the class.
They were released to have free time for the rest of the class period- it was shortened due to the morning advisory class when they got their schedules.
Thatz sighed. He and Rath had C lunch... and that was so far away, if A-lunch started when the bell rang to release this class. According to Kaistern, the college freshman Rath lived with, third and seventh periods lasted for two hours and thirty minutes of it were one of four lunches. It sounded complex, but he'd live with it. He had in Intermediate school, but that was only three lunches...
Enough about food! You're going to make yourself starve! He scolded himself as his stomach started to growl.
Fedelta stared at his marching uniform- no; no he didn't want to wear this. The other band class had already received theirs... but damn!
Fedelta sat back and glared in a pouting sort of way, before sighing in defeat. He and Shydeman often had debates about what was better, band or orchestra. Fedelta, of course, said band. Shydeman and his little viola said Orchestra, the idiots.
And still Fedelta pouted, slinking back in his chair and letting his already low tight jeans slide further, causing the stares of much of the female members of the band.
And hah, Fedelta was in one of the higher advances (not the most advanced, unfortunately) of band while Shydeman was in the regular orchestra. This caused Fedelta to grin to himself, showing his vampirish fangs that had caused many people to flee from him in the hallways and had helped him earn his gothic title.
The rest of the time consisted of Fedelta and his book- Anne Rice's the Vampire Armand. It was his first to read, and he knew it was towards the end of the series, but it was the first one he could find from the bookshelves at home.
Finally, at long last, the bell rang for the next class. Or, in Fedelta and Shydeman's case, lunch.
Fedelta waited at the entrance to the Fine Arts hall for Shydeman, who came swiftly. They stared walking without a word, before Fedelta broke the silence.
"How was your class?"
"Hn. Those two idiots from the hall were there."
Fedelta nodded, a slight smirk coming to his face.
My first DK ficcie! And posted so early cause of SOMEONE... **glares at Poptart** Well, be happy, cause the second may take me a while! **pouts**
And please don't complain to me about ages... they're all just the ages I want them to be... that may be why I said it was a reincarnate fic... I dun remember~!
