Reality TV

Moo... blah and hiss. Dunno, those were rather random.

This fic is going slow... T_T V-chan keeps asking if I have any of the chapters planned, but it's me she's asking, so would she get the answer she wants? **sits down** Now, aside from meditating to rediscover my past lives and designing cosplay costumes (now working on Rune and Nohiro designs for Amby-chan and I), I get to outline fics!

...there are some weird family ties in this fic, and most were V-chan's idea, so don't hurt me! Don't hurt V-chan either... or I use Nataku~! **insert maniacal laughter here** Khepri would just be too messy to clean up after...

Chapter 3-

 Amidst the noises of teenagers easting their lunches in the commons, Shydeman and Fedelta sat on their own. Cliques of people seemed to sit at the same tables as one another, but always a chair or two in between. In between these two and the next group was about three chairs.

Fedelta was just finishing the chicken section of his Popcorn chicken basket... at least we assume it is chicken. For the sake of all that's good, let's say it is chicken.

Shydeman held a sandwich in one hand, and in the other, he was working on a map that Mrs. Lucas had assigned them. Homework on the first day...

And since nothing interesting was going on there except for the mastication of food, we'll move on.

Oh, wait! There's Shyrendora and her friend Cesia! They stared at the two guys like wolves staring at a weak and defenseless animal.

"We should do it." Cesia said suddenly.

"Yes. It would be fun." Shyrendora agreed.

"When should we start?" She asked, turning to the white-haired female twin.

"I don't know- before Homecoming, or else it just won't work." She answered.

And they continued plotting.

"..." Nohiro was silent as he watched in complete awe. Two guys were playing with the skeleton in his Health classroom and making it do... erotic things. Where was the teacher...?

He just sat at the front of the class, huddled in his little corner next to the door. Those kids were scaring him...

"Hello class." The teacher came into the room, causing the boys to go back to their seats- though still leaving the skeleton as it was.

The teacher- Mr. Chancey as his name plate and the schedule cards said- sighed and straightened the poor skeleton out. "Kids, don't touch the skeleton. I have people doing that every year."

He now went to sit at his desk. "I'll get to you all in a few minutes."

Nohiro looked around. Just then he noticed the poster of a golfer named Tiger Woods staring at him. Staring directly at him. Ok, he'd be freaked out all semester. Moving on...! He noticed that the people sitting around him, boxing him into his little corner, were all much taller than he was. Their schedules said they were Seniors. Oh help...

He stared straight forwards as Mr. Chancey called role and went over his class syllabus. Things like, 'I'm lenient, I'll let you turn in late work at the very end of the nine weeks' popped up. Also, 'I'll let you kids early out for C lunch'. Now, this interested Nohiro greatly, because Rune had B lunch, and, if he could locate him on time, Nohiro could sit with him for a while.

"I will issue books next time and we will start our first segment- Self Esteem and Wellness."

Nohiro laughed mentally. No high school kid had those.

Rune sat staring at the clock. Five... four... three... two... one... bell! Run out of room in chibi scamper!

Freshman hall was crowded up with people. Rune looked around anxiously, clutching his packed lunch with him and looking for any nice-looking souls to talk to. None of his friends were there, not even Nohiro, who, according to Rune, seemed like he would start stalking him soon. But he was someone, and still really nice and polite (Unlike two certain boys- Rath and Thatz!). It's just that people don't make a good first impression if they ask you out without knowing you or your sex... but at least it wasn't in a sarcastic way. Then Rune would have had to unleash his patent vengeance upon him.

He sat down, seeing the two Goths from earlier walking past in a slow pace. His gaze followed them- not just because he knew who they were, but because it was hard to keep your eyes off of them. They way they looked, the hair, everything.

Ok, back to lunch. Start eating before someone starts to think you're gay or something.

Though, he was pretty sure it was too late for that.

Why is there no one to talk to? At least Mrs. Lindsay is nice... Rath told me that Kaistern said that Ms. Decouir is strange. Oh well, that's life... maybe there is someone here but I haven't found them!

But his feelings shifted to wanting to be home. He had just gotten an email this morning from an author on fanfiction.net about a certain Yu Yu Hakusho fic that he was reading- it had been updated and he wanted to read it. And the author was so good at the language to- it and its predecessor were very deep and thoughtful- not to mention long. But oh well.

What had he packed himself last night? A turkey sandwich, a can of soda, an apple, and some pretzels. No dessert- that was a few too many calories for his own good. Looking good may not have been top priority like his grades were, but why bother to not take care of a gift?

Rath and Thatz stared at Mrs. Lucas as she went into her Lucas Geographers rant. Thatz let a wandering eye go to the hallway as two upperclassmen passed, flinching at the words, 'Lucas Geographers'. Would that happen to them too?! Thatz stared back at the teacher with a look of being horrified on his face. This woman was evil...

His stomach growled and Rath laughed.

"Hello." Mrs. Lucas said suddenly, looking at the door.

Another teacher was standing there, staring at Rath, who immediately shut up. His red eyes bore holes into the student. "You need psychological help." (1)

Rath face-faulted out of his seat. "Excuse me?!"

"Take this card." He bent down to Rath's level and handed him a card that had his name, telephone number, room number, and off periods on it. Standing, he looked around the room once again.

"Um, this is Mr. Nadil. He's the Psychology teacher here."

"Hello class. I will be popping by randomly and you may see me in the hall from time to time. Now I must return to my own class, thank you." He walked out of the door silently, leaving Rath glaring daggers at him.

"He does that randomly." Mrs. Lucas commented, going back to her discussion on Lucas Geographers, making yet another passing student flinch in fear. This time, Rath saw. Was he not glaring at where the Psychology teacher had been, he would fear for his sanity as Thatz was.

Time ticked by slowly, and soon, it was about five minutes till C lunch.

Nohiro ran through the cafeteria, looking for Rune.

"Where is he?" He mumbled to himself, staring through the masses at the tables on tip-toes. Wandering into the lobby area near the front doors, he suddenly saw a flash of blond hair sitting against the wall.

Nohiro ran up and sat down. "Hi!"

"Oh! Hi Nohiro." Rune smiled. "Do you have this lunch?"

"Oh no." Nohiro answered, shaking his head. "My teacher lets us out early though. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No, not at all." Rune laughed. "I rather enjoy company when I can have it. No one else has this lunch." He sighed passively, letting his blond hair run down his shoulder apathetically.

A girl sat none-too-far away, under some stairs that were a fire-escape to the upstairs library. She eyed the boys closely, much like how Shyrendora and Cesia were eyeing Shydeman and Fedelta. One of the boys was her cousin Thatz's friend- the blond one, Rune.

Kitchel was a shounen ai fangirl, and anyone who had been around her for long amounts of time could tell you that. She loved Lumen Lunae and Cardcaptor Sakura, mostly for their shounen ai (also adding in the fact that they both were just great mangas anyway!).

Being the shounen ai fangirl she was, she took it into her power to mentally pair up people, whether she knew them or not. Now, just because her dear cousin knew this person, she could take it as her obligation to try to get him together with this guy that was so obviously flirting with him. Both, of course, were completely oblivious as to the body languages the other was giving off, but those were boys for you.

But how to get them together? She didn't know the black/brown-haired boy, but Rune would be able to recognize her. She got up to go over and say hi to them when the bell rang.

"Damn it!" She cursed quietly, watching the two boys walk off and finally split to go their separate ways.

Wait, her cousin had this lunch, didn't he? Yeah, he and Rath did! Kitchel had even tried to set them up, but it blew up in her face.

No, wait, she DIDN'T have this lunch, as hers had just ended. A mental image of a chibi version of herself formed in her mind. Tears flowed from the chibi Kitchel's eyes as she ran around the cafeteria, flailing madly.

In her trance, she nearly ran into an orange-and-yellow-haired boy who had given nearly everyone else trouble today, so why not her as well? He glared at her as he sat at a table, not removing his earphones.

"Oy, Kitchel!" A voice called. She wheeled around to see Thatz and Rath.

"Konnichiwa Thatz! Rath!"

"Kitchel, you know I don't understand whatever language that is." Thatz groaned.

"Baka!" She all but barked at him. "It's Japanese, you dolt."

"Sure, sure. Hey, what Geography do you have? Advanced or regular?"

"Regular geography, why?"

"You're so lucky!" Thatz cried, wailing with little tears forming in his eyes. Kitchel couldn't do anything but pat him on the back as Rath sweat-dropped. "It's not fair! You don't have to suffer Mrs. Lucas' wrath!" He sniffled.

"Daijoubu..." Kitchel muttered absentmindedly, wishing that everyone with hearing distance was not staring at her. "Well, I need to go to class. I'll see you guys later." She dashed off, feeling the eyes on her still.

Fedelta and Shydeman were in regular English while all of this was happening. The teacher, Mrs. Boatwright, had already said her introduction and was at this point filling out random sheets of paper.

Fedelta's gaze hit a poster that was staring at him. There was a little white alien-looking thing on it and it was holding a sign. The sign said something about the white thing's name being Bob and that it wanted them to join Anime Club, which was, incidentally, in this room.

Shydeman also saw the sign and recognized it as... something that started with a 'K' from an anime movie that his sister liked, called Princess Mononoke.

They pondered over the kodama for a while longer, until both grew bored and Fedelta once again pulled out his Anne Rice book. Shydeman had an opportune to just sit there, thinking when the most opportune time to bring a stink bomb would be. Childish, he knew, but it would have to suffice so far. There was very little he could get away with while the security was still up and running. But by the end of the semester, he would have vandalized something.

And, he supposed, his carving of his name in his desk counted as something. He didn't have a book to read that would turn him on, unlike the black-clad boy next to him, who was entranced in his book. Of course, this book had some guy/guy sex in it... Shydeman had wondered about his friend, but now it seems he found out. It's not that Shydeman cared- he just wanted to know. You know how it is, right? Or maybe it was just a really good book? The writer was supposed to be a good writer, wasn't she?

Now he decided to pull out his schedule. His fourth period was marked Orchestra, Symphony Strings II. He hadn't bothered trying out for Varsity- one, he had lost his try-out music and two, he hadn't felt like it. Simple enough, right?

Feeling bored, he grabbed Fedelta's binder (not even disturbing him as he just lifted his arms up and put them back down on the bare desk) and opened it, bewaring of all the random papers that lay in there. He was reusing it from last year, so...

Looking at his schedule, he saw that he would have Biology next. Shydeman had Biology 5th period- 1st thing tomorrow. Oh joy... and they would probably have to dissect something this year.

It was now that Shydeman saw his sister sitting across the room with her best friend. They were both staring over at him and Fedelta and talking animatedly. Shydeman had once thought that his sister had a crush on his best friend, but reading her diary proved otherwise. Of course, this incident had ended in a sharp slap to the face that turned into a large bruised cheek.

He couldn't hear what they were saying, and this annoyed him a lot. If they were so interested in what was going on over here, why didn't they come and sit over here? But that would bring their noise to this side of the room, so never mind. But he wanted to know what they were saying! Were they plotting against him?! He'd have to watch himself next time Cesia spent the night, lest he wake up with a make-over... again. And what's worse was that Fedelta had been over at the time, and they had left him completely alone! The poor white-haired boy was mercilessly prayed upon, and as it seemed, they were going to do it again! That had been sixth grade, right after they first moved here. What would they do now?!

And Tetheus had gotten a picture. Of course, both it and the negative were burned by now, but it's the thought that counts in the end.

To prevent himself from hyperventilating, Shydeman just pulled out a piece of paper and stopped his subtle observations. Clicking the cap of his pen again the table, he thought of ways for revenge.

Bierrez sighed, putting his headphones away and eating some chips and taking a sip of Coke. So far, no one talked to him and seemed to want to repeat the experience. Good, that's how he wanted it to be.

On the other side of the long table was the kid with the funny name that had sat next to him in English. Poor child, he was in the line of fire between him and the teacher's desk. Maybe he'd get hit with backscratchers- that'd be very funny, much funnier than his hair.

He had been in regular Geography, were they just sat and talked. Correction, the populous of the class and their host of preppy sluts talked in high-pitched voices while he slept. The teacher hadn't cared- he might just like that class. Maybe... probably not.

But now he sat there, wondering about life. Life was... nothing. No one meant anything really, and screw all of those 'thread in the grand design' sayings. They were all bullshit and he didn't care. He was nothing, his parent was nothing, everyone was absolutely nothing to the world and no one should think otherwise. No one could really change the world.

Oh, now he needed to vent. This particular path he knew would someday lead to death before the age of twenty. He didn't have friends and didn't feel he needed any. He felt the imminent death looming over him like a shadow that veiled the Grim Reaper that was waiting for him. His only comforts were his cat and his music. Music cleared his head and kept his mind off of how worthless he was. Music kept his body alive one more day, one more unfortunate day.

His Intermediate school had been a ghetto school if there ever was one. Back before his father had left him and his mother, he had gone to a private school, of all places. But after he just picked up and left, Bierrez had been shoved off into public school to learn to fend for himself. There was no God for him, no being watched over him. The silver cross on a chain around his neck was just a pretty little ornament to be the oxymoron of his life. He was too far gone to care what the reverend had tried to tell him before he stopped going to church and his mother became too drunken to care.

But in middle school, he had been picked up by what most would consider the wrong crowd. The early drug addicts, the minor alcoholics- those who do exist, even if people pretend they don't. He learned to vandalize and get away with it- they couldn't prove anything unless there was proof. And by the end of his 7th grade year, he had made a name for himself.

And somehow, within all of this, he kept his grades up. He had almost needed to take summer school or repeat a grade a few times, but he had scraped by.

The noise of the cafeteria sounded odd to him. It was muddled and jumbled, so unlike the loud music he had been listening to. There was beat to that- a rhyme and reason for everything. These people here were just random notes picking up here and there, terribly out of tune and out of place.

Shit.

He got up from his table and grabbed his backpack, heading for the bathroom that was right out the door. He checked, and, seeing no one in there, he dropped his bag and lurched into one of the stalls. He vomited, feeling sick as his head pounded in a natural, and yet painful beat. He shoved his hand against the side of the blue stall, breathing deeply while feeling repulsed of the smell.

Quickly, he flushed and opened the small compartment of his backpack. A small bottle of pills met his hand as he opened it and took two out. Staggering to the sink, he filled his empty hand with water and used it to swallow his medication. His eyes went out of focus before he forced himself back up and rigid in stance. There, now everything would be alright for a while. Did it matter that it was illegal to have medication in the school outside of the nurse's office? The school had no right to know of his problems, and so he had a right to keep to himself.

What did he have next? Oh yes, Study Hall. The ability to just sit there and sleep while listening to his music- wild and loud, yet in a synchronized beat that, like his own heart, kept him alive.

The next bell rang and Bierrez cursed it. He forced himself up and back to his class.

When fourth period finally came, Rune made his way to the Orchestra room. It was room 512, and it took him a little while, until he noticed the hallway that was marked 'Fine Arts'. Then it was just an easy walk down that hall and into the double gray doors.

He opened it and stopped. Whoa, the room was so big compared to the little corner called the Orchestra room at Webster. There were actual practice rooms and storage closets and a teacher's office!

The woman who was obviously the teacher stood at the front of the room. She watched students file in and take seats in chairs around a center conductor's stand.

Rune felt a stare on the back of his neck. Turning, he saw Shydeman glaring down at him. Oh my, this wouldn't be a fun class at all...

Nohiro at this time was thinking of Rune when he sat in Mrs. Mayo's class, right where Rath sat previously. A boy with green hair and a scar sat behind him.

"Let me see..." The boy mumbled. "Rath has Spanish right now... and I suppose Rune's in Orchestra."

"You know Rune?" Nohiro asked, turning around.

"Yeah, I do."

"You must be Thatz- he mentioned you and Rath during Advisory. My name's Nohiro."

"Thatz, as you know." They shook hands.

And so the torment of Mrs. Mayo's English Pre-AP class continued onwards in a downward spiral.

Rath was in Spanish with Mrs. Washburn at this time. He looked around blandly at the Spanish decorations and cocked an eyebrow at the chili pepper Christmas lights stringed to one wall of the room. Why would someone do that?

Wait, I know enough Spanish as it is! I know what a taco is! Isn't that enough? And I know that picante is spicy and caliente is hot. There, I know enough! Why don't they have Japanese class? I mean, that would be so much more useful.

You live in Texas, no it wouldn't.

I want to move to Japan.

You're talking to yourself.

So?

Just saying...

Shut up.

Fine! Be that way!

I will!

...

There was nothing interesting happening here, but we all needed to know what became of Rath, right?

Kharl muttered the role to himself, calling out the name only loud enough to be heard by half the class. When he called Fedelta's name, the boy put down the book and answered before picking it back up and continuing. None of his classes had done anything, so why bother at all?

Though the number of Brad Pitt posters was quite amusing... he wondered if the teacher who was supposed to be here knew that the guy had played in a movie of Interview With the Vampire as the star, Louis.

Shyrendora was sitting next to him. This probably was not a good thing, but he didn't care. She looked as if she was gathering the courage to say something, but couldn't.

"Fedelta?" She asked quietly.

"Hn?" He asked, lifting his eyes from the book.

She leaned closer to him to whisper in his ear. "Are you gay?"

Fedelta drew back suddenly. "No!"

The class whirled around to see who had the sudden outburst.

"Is there something you would like to share?" Kharl asked, glaring back at Fedelta.

"No." Fedelta shook his head and glared at Shyrendora. After the class had gone back to what they were doing, he turned on her. "Why would you ask such a stupid and uncalled for question?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Just wanted to know, that's all."

Fedelta's eyes narrowed. "If you weren't Shydeman's sister, I would probably take some sort of vengeance for that. But because you are, there is nothing I can do. Damn it." He moved back to his book, noticing that Shyrendora had started writing a note that was most likely for Cesia. Why did girls write such colorful notes anyway? Was there a point to it?

He supposed he'd never know.

Bierrez let his head rest on his backpack apathetically. His teacher had noticed his lack of focus that was the affect of his medication and had suggested a trip to the nurse. Bierrez had declined, and now had a pounding headache. But at least he wasn't vomiting. That would be hard to explain, wouldn't it?

Just keep the silence. No music, no noise. Sure, there are a few whispers, but that's it. There's nothing else, just the silence.

His orange and yellow mass of hair was covered in sweat and he fancied that he was going to have a fever sometime, but that usually happened when he had outbreaks like that. Maybe he'd skip school tomorrow just to be safe. His mom didn't need to know- she'd just tell him to go to the doctor and go back to sleep.

What do I have tomorrow? Drawing, band, biology, and geometry. I can miss those pretty easily. Yeah, I think I'll skip if I feel inclined to do so.

And all that was left in him was the blessed shallowness of temporary ignorance and solitude.

(1)- This, according to V-chan, happened to her class often. The Psychology teacher (who was not a beheaded bishounen) often popped in randomly and told students that they needed psychological help. BEWARE THE LUCAS GEOGRAPHERS WHO ACTUALLY LEARNED SOMETHING~! T_T

Hm... there is a lot of Yu Yu Hakusho reference in this fic... but hey! I just got a CD for it in (V-chan has it...) and it's just centered on my mind!

Kitchel gets a happyful part, even if I don't like her... damn it, V-chan~!

You know, my dog was put down before I started writing the Bierrez part. That may explain it. But I like how I wrote it, so blah. I probably concentrated on it more- wait, no, I just got patronized by kaa-san above my lack of concentration... oh well.