Chapter ONE: Seven O' Clock and Not A Creature Was Sturring
The bus slid to a slow and steady stop as it pulled into the snowy driveway of Halfway Vista High School. The sounds of overexcited freshmen and the not so cheery seniors filled the bus like a torrent of water released from a dam. If the noise of the school was in fact a raging river of cold water, then Vincent was a tall tower where the river would only feel like a slight budge to the base. Nothing could wake him from his dream that he had spent almost four weeks trying to remember and write down:
A building not so far away from he fell as it split in two and Vincent seemingly oblivious to the complete destruction surrounding him, calmly sat on another roof top in wait. Then as if from thin air another, more sinister figure appeared on the next roof top, sword held out as a smile grew wider on his face. "It's about damn time you showed up Freling, I was beginning to think you had died, or worse..." Vincent said as he unsheathed own his blade and began to clean it. "I am sorry friend, there was somewhere else I had to be, hopefully next time I won't be so late." Freling said, teeth glaring through his sinister smile, Vincent stood up, holding the cloth he was using, he held his sword out. "Shall we begin... friend?"
Vincent dropped the cloth from his clenched hand and with blazing speed the two seperated from the ground and vanished. In an instant, they returned to their roof tops, now facing away from each other, the cloth finally hitting the ground. An eternity of silence seemed to pass, not one sturred from the position they had landed in, as if the duel were just setting in. The speed at which they had fought must have been too quick for even their own brains to process.
Then Freling turned to face Vincent, his left eye a bleeding mess as he calmly spoke... but Vincent could not hear the words, then a girl dressed in Japanese school uniform appeared and began shaking him violently...
... And he woke up to the sight of his girlfriend, Heather poking him violently with a sharpened pencil. "Waky, waky Mr. I'm-Gonna-Stay-Up-All-Night-To-Beat-The-Last-Boss-And-Screw-Up-The-First-Day-Of-School!." She taunted, Vincent already getting a bearing on his enviroment jumped up. "Damn you women! Baka! I was having such a cool dream, now I can't remember it..." He looked around the bus, realizing it was completely empty, save for them and the ever impatient bus driver. "Oh really?" "Was I in it?" She asked quizzingly "Yes, yes you were." He replied. "Hmmm, who was I?" She asked. "You were you... 'cept in a Japanese school uniform..." Heather looked surprised but slightly amused. "Hah... you and your weird fetishes..." "Hey, I'm an Otaku, comes with the territory." Vincent said in an effort to defend himself and began to walk away. "Hey! I thought you said you couldn't remember your dream!" Heather said, walking off the bus with him. "That part, I remember." He replied, and a smile engulfed his face.
Math class was in session, the teacher calmly wrote at the chalkboard as the smell of a lit cigarrette filled the room. A student raised his hand but could not catch the attention of the teacher, until she finished what she was saying and turned to shake off some extra ash into an ashtray. "Any questions?" She scanned the room for anyone with a raised hand. "Yes, you" She said, the young boy released a long held breath to speak. "Um... teacher? Could we maybe open a window?" The teacher looked down at the ashtray and then back to the kid "No." She said, resuming her ramblings at the chalkboard. The student wavered in his mood, putting his hand down, all he could say was "Okay."
The two, Vincent and Heather walked calmly past the math class and toward their first class aware that the bell for first period had already rung 20 minutes ago. "So, you have a good summer?" Heather asked hoping to fill the void of empty silence that they had been walking in. "Naw, nothing special I pretty much just sat on my butt and played video games, and watching movies... in fact I don't think I even moved..." Vincent replied, Heather gave him a short glare "Why is it that when ever I ask one of my guy friends that question, they always have the same answer? Yet all my girlfriends will talk about it so much you have to slap 'em with a brick to turn 'em off?" Heather pondered, then Vincent replied with an example of his rather tongue in cheek humour. "Well, you know us men, all we think about is beer, sex, and videogames."
Vincent opened the door to their first class: History, one in which most people flunked because the teacher didn't care enough to write A's, B's, or C's on the students papers. The whole class was in an uproar, like starved monkeys at a zoo fighting for the last peace of meat... in fact they even threw wads of paper at each other. The whole idea made Vincent give out a slight chuckle as he filed it in a folder in the corner of his brain.
He and Heather sat down in seats at the back of class as the room quieted and a man wearing white dress pants and coat with bleached hair entered the room. The class was still silent, the teacher turned around to face the chalkboard and wrote madly on the board his name, he then turned to face the class and speak. "I am Great Teacher Onizuka! I am here to whip this sorry-ass excuse for a History class into tip top shape!" Expecting to hear voices of glee and hatred, he heard nothing, but saw the puzzlement of the youth. All was still silent, but Vincent failing to hold back an urge, stood and yelled."Can I have your autograph!?" Now it was the teacher's turn to be confused. Heather stood up, said to the teacher: "Sorry, you're in the wrong country." He looked around the room, noticing the english and a strange ability to write and speak it. "WHAT!? You mean this isn't Japan!?" He replied, confused as ever "Nope, it isn't." He quietly erased his name from the board, collected his stuff and apologized to the class. "Well then, what the hell was I doing last night?" He muttered as he walked off scratching his head.
The rest of the classes went by quicker than expected mainly because some of the teachers decided to take "a quick break" and abandon the class room for a "a quick drink" and before they knew it, lunch had already begun. The school slowly filed into the lunch room where all took their respected seats, now there is one thing that should be made known to anyone about the ways of school and the lunchroom. Because the teachers are too underpaid and too overworked to give a damn about the students, it has been left to the student body to make up for a lack of "government" to control the rest, so they placed a "social government" where people are put in one of two classes and 2 other sub-classes based on popularity. Each had their own table to be at when lunch came around: The "Populars" followed by the "Jocks" and "Cheerleaders". Then there is the "Outcasts" table, where those not accepted by society were placed for various reasons that most people had forgotten. It is very easy for a popular person to be outcasted, causing said person to constantly be ridiculed and spit at for the rest of their years at the high school. So keeping people in line was easier than expected.
Vincent, after ordering his usual lunch of two slices od pizza, three cookies and two cheery cokes. Had decided to sit at the "Popular" table, a big no-no for those who weren't in the know. The table was silent, surprised at the notion of an Otaku sitting there. One of them spoke up, "Eh, hem you are not allowed here, Otaku." He said. Though he was not in the know of anime, he did know the term Otaku, a term that some would proudly place upon themselves provided they liked the genre enough.
The young popular pointed to a table at the far corner of the lunch hall, only one seat remained vacant among the goths and various other people including Heather. A moment later Vincent appeared at the table, "They got you too, huh?" Heather asked. Vincent took a moment to scan around the table and look at his new friends for the rest of the highschool years. Two were goths who made a strange habit of testing wether they were alive or not by poking each other. Another was a fat, quiet kid who would make random jokes and funnies to try and lighten the mood of the table. "Vincent?" Heather asked again, "Yeah I guess so, why are you here?" He replied "I may be cheerleader but I also happen to be your girlfriend, which make me an Otaku." Vincent sat down, he turned to Heather asked, "Who are these other characters?" She pointed to the goths, "They are Adam and Rebecca, here for obvious reasons..." Vincent watched as they went about their regular ritual, "Reality check..." One of them said they each poked each other in the head. "Nope... still here" The other said. "And the other is Shaun, Outcast for getting carried away too much." He looked over at Shaun who just wore a stoic expression as he ate his lunch. Vincent turned back to Heather "Doesn't seem too carried away right now." "You should see him when a conversation about videogames starts." Vincent looked back at Shaun before returning to his lunch.
The bus slid to a slow and steady stop as it pulled into the snowy driveway of Halfway Vista High School. The sounds of overexcited freshmen and the not so cheery seniors filled the bus like a torrent of water released from a dam. If the noise of the school was in fact a raging river of cold water, then Vincent was a tall tower where the river would only feel like a slight budge to the base. Nothing could wake him from his dream that he had spent almost four weeks trying to remember and write down:
A building not so far away from he fell as it split in two and Vincent seemingly oblivious to the complete destruction surrounding him, calmly sat on another roof top in wait. Then as if from thin air another, more sinister figure appeared on the next roof top, sword held out as a smile grew wider on his face. "It's about damn time you showed up Freling, I was beginning to think you had died, or worse..." Vincent said as he unsheathed own his blade and began to clean it. "I am sorry friend, there was somewhere else I had to be, hopefully next time I won't be so late." Freling said, teeth glaring through his sinister smile, Vincent stood up, holding the cloth he was using, he held his sword out. "Shall we begin... friend?"
Vincent dropped the cloth from his clenched hand and with blazing speed the two seperated from the ground and vanished. In an instant, they returned to their roof tops, now facing away from each other, the cloth finally hitting the ground. An eternity of silence seemed to pass, not one sturred from the position they had landed in, as if the duel were just setting in. The speed at which they had fought must have been too quick for even their own brains to process.
Then Freling turned to face Vincent, his left eye a bleeding mess as he calmly spoke... but Vincent could not hear the words, then a girl dressed in Japanese school uniform appeared and began shaking him violently...
... And he woke up to the sight of his girlfriend, Heather poking him violently with a sharpened pencil. "Waky, waky Mr. I'm-Gonna-Stay-Up-All-Night-To-Beat-The-Last-Boss-And-Screw-Up-The-First-Day-Of-School!." She taunted, Vincent already getting a bearing on his enviroment jumped up. "Damn you women! Baka! I was having such a cool dream, now I can't remember it..." He looked around the bus, realizing it was completely empty, save for them and the ever impatient bus driver. "Oh really?" "Was I in it?" She asked quizzingly "Yes, yes you were." He replied. "Hmmm, who was I?" She asked. "You were you... 'cept in a Japanese school uniform..." Heather looked surprised but slightly amused. "Hah... you and your weird fetishes..." "Hey, I'm an Otaku, comes with the territory." Vincent said in an effort to defend himself and began to walk away. "Hey! I thought you said you couldn't remember your dream!" Heather said, walking off the bus with him. "That part, I remember." He replied, and a smile engulfed his face.
Math class was in session, the teacher calmly wrote at the chalkboard as the smell of a lit cigarrette filled the room. A student raised his hand but could not catch the attention of the teacher, until she finished what she was saying and turned to shake off some extra ash into an ashtray. "Any questions?" She scanned the room for anyone with a raised hand. "Yes, you" She said, the young boy released a long held breath to speak. "Um... teacher? Could we maybe open a window?" The teacher looked down at the ashtray and then back to the kid "No." She said, resuming her ramblings at the chalkboard. The student wavered in his mood, putting his hand down, all he could say was "Okay."
The two, Vincent and Heather walked calmly past the math class and toward their first class aware that the bell for first period had already rung 20 minutes ago. "So, you have a good summer?" Heather asked hoping to fill the void of empty silence that they had been walking in. "Naw, nothing special I pretty much just sat on my butt and played video games, and watching movies... in fact I don't think I even moved..." Vincent replied, Heather gave him a short glare "Why is it that when ever I ask one of my guy friends that question, they always have the same answer? Yet all my girlfriends will talk about it so much you have to slap 'em with a brick to turn 'em off?" Heather pondered, then Vincent replied with an example of his rather tongue in cheek humour. "Well, you know us men, all we think about is beer, sex, and videogames."
Vincent opened the door to their first class: History, one in which most people flunked because the teacher didn't care enough to write A's, B's, or C's on the students papers. The whole class was in an uproar, like starved monkeys at a zoo fighting for the last peace of meat... in fact they even threw wads of paper at each other. The whole idea made Vincent give out a slight chuckle as he filed it in a folder in the corner of his brain.
He and Heather sat down in seats at the back of class as the room quieted and a man wearing white dress pants and coat with bleached hair entered the room. The class was still silent, the teacher turned around to face the chalkboard and wrote madly on the board his name, he then turned to face the class and speak. "I am Great Teacher Onizuka! I am here to whip this sorry-ass excuse for a History class into tip top shape!" Expecting to hear voices of glee and hatred, he heard nothing, but saw the puzzlement of the youth. All was still silent, but Vincent failing to hold back an urge, stood and yelled."Can I have your autograph!?" Now it was the teacher's turn to be confused. Heather stood up, said to the teacher: "Sorry, you're in the wrong country." He looked around the room, noticing the english and a strange ability to write and speak it. "WHAT!? You mean this isn't Japan!?" He replied, confused as ever "Nope, it isn't." He quietly erased his name from the board, collected his stuff and apologized to the class. "Well then, what the hell was I doing last night?" He muttered as he walked off scratching his head.
The rest of the classes went by quicker than expected mainly because some of the teachers decided to take "a quick break" and abandon the class room for a "a quick drink" and before they knew it, lunch had already begun. The school slowly filed into the lunch room where all took their respected seats, now there is one thing that should be made known to anyone about the ways of school and the lunchroom. Because the teachers are too underpaid and too overworked to give a damn about the students, it has been left to the student body to make up for a lack of "government" to control the rest, so they placed a "social government" where people are put in one of two classes and 2 other sub-classes based on popularity. Each had their own table to be at when lunch came around: The "Populars" followed by the "Jocks" and "Cheerleaders". Then there is the "Outcasts" table, where those not accepted by society were placed for various reasons that most people had forgotten. It is very easy for a popular person to be outcasted, causing said person to constantly be ridiculed and spit at for the rest of their years at the high school. So keeping people in line was easier than expected.
Vincent, after ordering his usual lunch of two slices od pizza, three cookies and two cheery cokes. Had decided to sit at the "Popular" table, a big no-no for those who weren't in the know. The table was silent, surprised at the notion of an Otaku sitting there. One of them spoke up, "Eh, hem you are not allowed here, Otaku." He said. Though he was not in the know of anime, he did know the term Otaku, a term that some would proudly place upon themselves provided they liked the genre enough.
The young popular pointed to a table at the far corner of the lunch hall, only one seat remained vacant among the goths and various other people including Heather. A moment later Vincent appeared at the table, "They got you too, huh?" Heather asked. Vincent took a moment to scan around the table and look at his new friends for the rest of the highschool years. Two were goths who made a strange habit of testing wether they were alive or not by poking each other. Another was a fat, quiet kid who would make random jokes and funnies to try and lighten the mood of the table. "Vincent?" Heather asked again, "Yeah I guess so, why are you here?" He replied "I may be cheerleader but I also happen to be your girlfriend, which make me an Otaku." Vincent sat down, he turned to Heather asked, "Who are these other characters?" She pointed to the goths, "They are Adam and Rebecca, here for obvious reasons..." Vincent watched as they went about their regular ritual, "Reality check..." One of them said they each poked each other in the head. "Nope... still here" The other said. "And the other is Shaun, Outcast for getting carried away too much." He looked over at Shaun who just wore a stoic expression as he ate his lunch. Vincent turned back to Heather "Doesn't seem too carried away right now." "You should see him when a conversation about videogames starts." Vincent looked back at Shaun before returning to his lunch.