Chapter 1 - The Chapter that Needs No Name
Note: This chapter needs no name because it is too stupid to deserve one. The end.
"My name is Zelloss Grausherra. I'm an exchange student from... France... Yeah, that's it! Anyway, I'm an exchange student... Yeah... Exchange Student... That's it!
"Okay, enough fooling. I'm an exchange student from a far-away country, and that's all you need to know. I'm here to spy on... err... investigate life in this country. To do so, I'm attending school. In the city of Hell, on a small island in the north of Electopia. The University (Although it's just a highschool), is called the 'Damned University', or, 'Damn U'.
"As one may expect, my life isn't too fun."
******
Zel walked around the corner, and he spotted the building. It was fair sized, well, for him. About three floors, or so. Mabye just two. There'd be a basement, so it would be three. Also seemed bomb and earthquake resistant. Why that would be the first thing Zel would notice, he didn't know.
Okay, so here's the truth behind Zel. He's actually a kid with terroristic tendencies, or something like that. He's posing as an 'exchange student' because his last school got blown up... Zel's not even his real name. In fact, it's B...
*Muffle*Gag*Choke*
"Now, don't you even think about that again!" Zel shouted.
Yes! Alright!
Anyway, Zel arrived at the school. Two young boys were outside. They were quite tall, with rugged dark hair to match almost perfectly, and street-like clothes.
"Hey, Briar, it's the 'Change student..." the first said.
"So I see..." Briar smiled. "Hawkz, offer him something!"
"Like what?" Hawkz asked.
Briar shrugged, as Zel walked in. The halls didn't seem too crowded, but it was still a bit early. Without the crowd, Zel easily found his locker. He grabbed at the locker.
Zel was sent flying back. He held his burnt hand. "F***, that's hot!"
"Having fun?"
Zel looked around, and spotted a rather small teen, although he was probably Zel's age, sitting on top of the locker beside his. The kid jumped down.
"Not really. You responsable for this?"
"It's not hard to disarm..." the kid laughed. "Name's Gairyio... Let me get that for you..."
Gairyio tuned to the locker and pulled at something on the lock. "There you go! I'll teach you the full workings later. It's important if you don't want the school sneaks in your locker. You're the exchange student, right?'
Zel nodded as he opened his locker. "Yeah, that's me. Zelloss Grausherra."
"Where do you come from?"
"France."
"You don't sound French..."
Zel sighed, and stood full up, looking down at Gairyio. He put on a strange arabic accent. "Actually, I'm a terroristic child, and the only reason I'm here is because I got driven out of my country after blowing up my last school." He made it sound sarcastic.
"You're lying" Gairyio said. "Whatever you say, though, Zel..."
Zel finished moving his stuff into his locker. "What classes do you have, Gairyio?" Zel asked as he finished.
"Let's see..." Gairyio checked his list. "Sciences, Math, World Stu..."
"Aside from the normal"
"Oh. Let's see... My selections this year are Metalworking 11 and Shamanism 11..."
"..."
"What!?" Gairyio asked. "Everybody seems to act constantly like there is no Shamanism course at this school, but it's world renoun! ARGH!" Gairyio screamed.
"You just don't seem to be the kind to be taking that..." Zel muttered. "Beside, I thought only the Pure of Heart could be Shamans..."
"I guess that leaves you out!" Gairyio stuck out his tounge. "A shaman would never swear... Not in a million years!"
"Has that whole 'million years' thing ever been tested?" Zel asked.
"Err... No. It's a figure of speech, dumbs***..." Gairyio caught himself. "Oh, f***."
"You're no little miss... ter perfect yourself" Zel muttered. "Well, at least we're both in the same grade, even if Shamanism doesn't concern me too much..."
Gairyio smiled. "Well, I'll catch you later. I've gotta meet up with the Shamanism Teacher, Mr. Hitori, so I'll see you later!"
Zel sighed. "Well, it could be worse, he could have left the bloody trap armed..." Zel muttered as he looked as Gairyio turned up some stairs.
Zel grabbed for his lock, and dropped it. "Damn! I'll... No, first..." he wrapped his hand up in his sleeve and closed up his locker, and took off down the hall after Gairyio. He turned, dashing up to the top floor.
Gairyio was near the end of the hall, moving. Zel took off after him.
*WHAP*
Zel fell to the floor, and saw a young woman in front of him. His mouth fell open.
The young teenage woman in front of him was gorgeous. Long, flowing blonde hair, and a pure white outfit that matched her pale skin so much it looked like she was wearing nothing.
"Hey, your face is red!" the woman looked at Zel. "Hey, I've never seen you here before.."
"There's two brilliant conclusions..." Zel muttered under his breath, not wanting the woman to hear it. "My name is Zel. I'm the exchange student..."
"Ah! I'm Mihill. Nice to meet ch'ya!" Mihill smiled, grabbing onto Zel's hand and lifting him up.
"Sorry for running into you..." Zell muttered. "I was chasing after Gairyio..."
"Ah, the troublemaker..." Mihill sighed. "Which grade are you in, anyway?"
"11" Zel responded.
"Same here..." Mihill smiled. "Mabye we'll be sharing some classes."
"Yeah, that'd be nice..." Zel responded quick.
"Yup!" Mihill smiled.
There was an awkward pause.
"Mihill! Comeon!" a couple girls ran up behind Mihill. "The cafeteria just opened up!"
"Coming!" Mihill ran off with the girls, leaving Zel in the hall.
"Now, just what was I doing...?" Zel wondered. He walked down the stairs again.
******
The bell rang, and the halls began to thin out again, and Zel headed to his first class. "Let's see... Umm... Sciences... Should be this class..." he walked in and took a seat.
Zel checked the board. "Yup, Science 11, Ms. Amerias..."
The class settled down, and the bell rang. The class was silent for a few moments.
"Hey, where's the teach?" a boy with blue hair stood up.
"Yeah, where's the teacher?" another boy, with the same blue hair, almost identical, stood up.
"... You're right..." a third boy with blue hair stood up. He seemed a bit shorter, though. Triplets.
The class went in an uproar.
Zel sighed, putting his head down on his desk. "Bloody idiots, she's probably going to make a flashy entrance in 3... 2... 1..."
There was an explosion from the back.
"Yup..."
The door in the back of the room opened, and a young woman walked out. There was smoke coming out of the door behind her, but she seemed perfectly fine...
Hawkz turned to Briar. "Hey, you idiot, shut your jaw! You're embarassing yourself!"
Briar closed his mouth. "Whoops... It's just..."
It was true. She was drop-dead gorgeous.
"Hey!" one of the women in the class turned to a boy who was pale, on the floor. "He's dead!"
"You guys can really screw up a Figure of Speech..." Gairyio muttered.
"Hello, class..." Ms. Amerias spoke. "Neither of you would possibly be willing to go get some steel bars from the Metalworks room, would you? I think I've just created something that needs to be jailed..."
******
Well, aside from the... er... slightly crazed ways of their teacher, Ms. Amerias, everything was going well that day. Next class - Shamanism...
Zel paused. "Hey, I didn't sign up for Shamanism..." he sighed. "Oh well. I might as well go anyway..."
Zel walked towards the far end of the halls, and noticed that the doors to the outside were open. There was an old man talking to a rough-looking teen.
"Now, listen, Dreamer, I'm a patient headmaster, so I'm not going to expel you yet..." the Principal was talking to the teen. "But I suggest you get to class, or I'll rethink my policy..."
"Yeah, whatever..." Dreamer flicked a cigarette away. He walked inside, right past Zel.
Zel stared blankly at Dreamer. Dreamer froze a bit of the way down the hall.
"What are you looking at?" Dreamer asked, not turning.
Zel hastily turned away, walking into his Shamanism Class.
The class was somewhat dusty at first glance. Then, it seemed rather calm. Despite the hustle of the rest of the school, the class was deadly quiet. There were no books on the desk, and the students were sitting upon the carpet, relaxing.
A rather young man, who didn't look like he was even out of high school, walked over to Zel. "You must be... Master Zel... My friends informed me. Please, take a seat and relax..."
"Relax...?" Zel wondered. "Nah, I think I'm in the wro..."
"No, you're not..." the man assured him. "I'm Mr. Shenbai, but you can call me Zerse..."
"Please, Zerse, if you would tone it down..." Gairyio muttered.
"Ah, sorry..." Zerse's voice became a whisper. Zel looked him over. He had a t-shirt with long silver ribbons around it, long tight pants, and a golden key hanging around his neck. Upon his head, holding his green hair into a large sticking up mass, was something like a turban with no middle. Under his eyes, he had strange paintings. "Do join us, Master Zel..."
Zel blinked. "V... Very well..." he took a seat.
Zel remained stable for a few seconds. But he never was too stable. He closed his eyes.
Only a couple minutes in, and his mind was already formulating the death of Zerse. Ah, to keep me still for so long... He shall pay...
"'Tis but a sin..." Zel muttered under his breath.
Zerse began chanting something at the head of the room. "Guided by the stars lies the earth... Upon which we dwell, not to feed off of it, but to embrace it..."
Now, that just about made Zel snap right there. So, when Zel opened his eyes to see a misty figure in front of him, no more, he clapped his hands over his mouth to stifle a yell.
Lots of ghosts. All shapes and sizes. And one was sitting in front of him, cross-legged, a long, illusionary sword across his lap. His body was covered by white robes, and blue hair waved across his face.
Suddenly, the other students began to chat to their ghosts. Zel turned to his. "He... Hello..."
"'Bout time you noticed me!" the ghost muttered. "I mean, I've been stuck with you for, what, 16, 17 years?"
"You've what!?" Zel blinked.
"Been following you around. I knew something like this would get you in touch with me, so I got a good friend of mine to screw around your timetable..." the ghost responded.
"Which 'friend' would that be?"
The ghost pointed towards Gairyio, who was laughing with his buddy, who looked like some kind of elven archer.
"He's gonna get it real good later..." Zel cracked his knuckles.
"Don't blame him!" the ghost called out. "Anyway, my name's Dynast."
"Zel. But you knew that... You probably also know..."
"That by all rights you shouldn't be a shaman, since you don't have a pure heart? That you wish to lay with Mihill? That you're real identity is..." Dynast began.
"Aright! Shut up!" Zel muttered. "I get it!"
"And speaking of Mihill, she's just over there..." Dynast pointed over to the side. As if on reflex, Zel did the same.
Mihill was speaking with a young ghost in a kimono. The two seemed so close...
Zel caught himself fantasizing, and smacked himself over the head. "I've got to stop that..." he muttered. "Damnitall..."
******
As class ended, Zel bumped into Mihill, just inside the doorway. "Er..." Mihill blinked. "Oh, Zel! I didn't know you were taking Shamanism!"
"I didn't either..." Zel muttered. "What do you have next?"
"A spare..." Mihill answered.
Zel glanced at his timetable. "Seems the same... Err..."
Zel caught himself blushing again. "Err... nevermind! I've got to catch up to Gairyio, I need to make him pay for something..."
Mihill blinked as Zel ran off. "What a strange kid..."
******
During the spare, Zel ran into Gairyio. Before he had a chance to get away, Gairyio was pinned to the ground.
"Ack! Whaddya want!?" Gairyio called out.
"One. Teach me how to disarm/arm that lock thing. Two, why'd you switch around my timetables!?" Zel growled.
"Okay! Okay! I can only do 2 right now. Listen, I did it because Dynast requested me to! And be glad I did! Once you see how usefull a ghost partner is, you'll..."
Zel drove his knee harder into Gairyio's back. "Undo it!"
"I can't!" Gairyio whined. "Will you just get off!?"
Zel felt a strong hand on his shoulder, and he was quickly pulled off of Gairyio. Zel turned.
Dreamer was staring him in the face, a lit cigarette in his mouth. Something about him scared Zel.
Dreamer's hand grabbed Zel's collar, lifting him right off of his feet. "I'm the only one that's allowed to hurt him, got it?" Dreamer smirked. "Zel?"
"Ye... Yes!" Zel nodded.
Dreamer dropped Zel, who stumbled and fell. Dreamer turned and walked off.
"Never thought I'd be thankful for him showing up..." Gairyio muttered, as he helped Zel up.
"Woah!"
"I can't believe it!"
"Nobody ever has Dreamer talk to them like that and walks away without a scratch!"
The three blue-haired boys had walked over in the hallway. They were identical triplets. The problem was is that it was hard to tell which one of them was the identical one - they all looked so much alike.
The first one, the shortest, looked up at Zel. "I'm Malus Tepes, nice to meet you!"
The second bowed. His hair was the shortest, although he was taller then Malus, and a headband could be seen under his bangs. "I'm Seinjaii Tepes."
"And I'm Marius Tepes..." the last one, the tallest with the longest hair, smiled. "We're the Tepes Triplets."
"So I... figured..." Zel nodded. "I'm Zelloss... Nice to meet you all..." he extended his hand.
Three hands, at the same time, grabbed his hand, and shook. Zel felt shockwaves through his body. "ACK!"
"Oh, sorry..." Seinjaii apologized. "We have a tendency..."
"To act at the same time despite our knowle..." the three boys paused, realizing the irony.
"Oh, we've got to go now!" Malus checked his watch. "Bye!"
Zel watched as they walked off. Somebody, in the meantime, walked up behind him.
"So, you've met the runts?"
Zel turned. He blinked.
There was a young woman there, wearing a belly-revealing spaghetti strapped shirt and a microskirt. Something about her made Zel a bit uncomfortable.
"The runts?" Zel asked.
"Yeah, those are my triplet dummy brothers..." the woman sighed. "I'm Actrise..."
"Nice to meet you, Actrise..." Zel muttered, although he wasn't sure he was telling the truth.
There was a crash from down the hall. "Hell, why do I always have to watch over them..." Actrise gave Zel a quick kiss on the cheek, and ran off in the direction the triplets had gone.
Zel blushed, and Gairyio looked at him. "Don't get involved. She's a bloody slut, she's slept with nearly every guy in the school, if the stories are true..."
"Including you?" Zel asked.
"Nearly. You want proof?" Gairyio muttered. "There's a reason there's not even half as many Shamans in school since she showed up..."
Zel was about to make some comment about the social degredation worldwide, or something half-intelligent, but nothing came out. He sighed.
"Well, this is an interesting day... Already, You've met me, the three nutso triplets and their slutty sis, a ghost and our Shamanism teacher, some mad and gorgeous scientest teacher, and made an enemy out of the most feared man in the school..." Gairyio looked at Zel.
"Yeah, and we're only a bit into the day!" Zel muttered.
Note: This chapter needs no name because it is too stupid to deserve one. The end.
"My name is Zelloss Grausherra. I'm an exchange student from... France... Yeah, that's it! Anyway, I'm an exchange student... Yeah... Exchange Student... That's it!
"Okay, enough fooling. I'm an exchange student from a far-away country, and that's all you need to know. I'm here to spy on... err... investigate life in this country. To do so, I'm attending school. In the city of Hell, on a small island in the north of Electopia. The University (Although it's just a highschool), is called the 'Damned University', or, 'Damn U'.
"As one may expect, my life isn't too fun."
******
Zel walked around the corner, and he spotted the building. It was fair sized, well, for him. About three floors, or so. Mabye just two. There'd be a basement, so it would be three. Also seemed bomb and earthquake resistant. Why that would be the first thing Zel would notice, he didn't know.
Okay, so here's the truth behind Zel. He's actually a kid with terroristic tendencies, or something like that. He's posing as an 'exchange student' because his last school got blown up... Zel's not even his real name. In fact, it's B...
*Muffle*Gag*Choke*
"Now, don't you even think about that again!" Zel shouted.
Yes! Alright!
Anyway, Zel arrived at the school. Two young boys were outside. They were quite tall, with rugged dark hair to match almost perfectly, and street-like clothes.
"Hey, Briar, it's the 'Change student..." the first said.
"So I see..." Briar smiled. "Hawkz, offer him something!"
"Like what?" Hawkz asked.
Briar shrugged, as Zel walked in. The halls didn't seem too crowded, but it was still a bit early. Without the crowd, Zel easily found his locker. He grabbed at the locker.
Zel was sent flying back. He held his burnt hand. "F***, that's hot!"
"Having fun?"
Zel looked around, and spotted a rather small teen, although he was probably Zel's age, sitting on top of the locker beside his. The kid jumped down.
"Not really. You responsable for this?"
"It's not hard to disarm..." the kid laughed. "Name's Gairyio... Let me get that for you..."
Gairyio tuned to the locker and pulled at something on the lock. "There you go! I'll teach you the full workings later. It's important if you don't want the school sneaks in your locker. You're the exchange student, right?'
Zel nodded as he opened his locker. "Yeah, that's me. Zelloss Grausherra."
"Where do you come from?"
"France."
"You don't sound French..."
Zel sighed, and stood full up, looking down at Gairyio. He put on a strange arabic accent. "Actually, I'm a terroristic child, and the only reason I'm here is because I got driven out of my country after blowing up my last school." He made it sound sarcastic.
"You're lying" Gairyio said. "Whatever you say, though, Zel..."
Zel finished moving his stuff into his locker. "What classes do you have, Gairyio?" Zel asked as he finished.
"Let's see..." Gairyio checked his list. "Sciences, Math, World Stu..."
"Aside from the normal"
"Oh. Let's see... My selections this year are Metalworking 11 and Shamanism 11..."
"..."
"What!?" Gairyio asked. "Everybody seems to act constantly like there is no Shamanism course at this school, but it's world renoun! ARGH!" Gairyio screamed.
"You just don't seem to be the kind to be taking that..." Zel muttered. "Beside, I thought only the Pure of Heart could be Shamans..."
"I guess that leaves you out!" Gairyio stuck out his tounge. "A shaman would never swear... Not in a million years!"
"Has that whole 'million years' thing ever been tested?" Zel asked.
"Err... No. It's a figure of speech, dumbs***..." Gairyio caught himself. "Oh, f***."
"You're no little miss... ter perfect yourself" Zel muttered. "Well, at least we're both in the same grade, even if Shamanism doesn't concern me too much..."
Gairyio smiled. "Well, I'll catch you later. I've gotta meet up with the Shamanism Teacher, Mr. Hitori, so I'll see you later!"
Zel sighed. "Well, it could be worse, he could have left the bloody trap armed..." Zel muttered as he looked as Gairyio turned up some stairs.
Zel grabbed for his lock, and dropped it. "Damn! I'll... No, first..." he wrapped his hand up in his sleeve and closed up his locker, and took off down the hall after Gairyio. He turned, dashing up to the top floor.
Gairyio was near the end of the hall, moving. Zel took off after him.
*WHAP*
Zel fell to the floor, and saw a young woman in front of him. His mouth fell open.
The young teenage woman in front of him was gorgeous. Long, flowing blonde hair, and a pure white outfit that matched her pale skin so much it looked like she was wearing nothing.
"Hey, your face is red!" the woman looked at Zel. "Hey, I've never seen you here before.."
"There's two brilliant conclusions..." Zel muttered under his breath, not wanting the woman to hear it. "My name is Zel. I'm the exchange student..."
"Ah! I'm Mihill. Nice to meet ch'ya!" Mihill smiled, grabbing onto Zel's hand and lifting him up.
"Sorry for running into you..." Zell muttered. "I was chasing after Gairyio..."
"Ah, the troublemaker..." Mihill sighed. "Which grade are you in, anyway?"
"11" Zel responded.
"Same here..." Mihill smiled. "Mabye we'll be sharing some classes."
"Yeah, that'd be nice..." Zel responded quick.
"Yup!" Mihill smiled.
There was an awkward pause.
"Mihill! Comeon!" a couple girls ran up behind Mihill. "The cafeteria just opened up!"
"Coming!" Mihill ran off with the girls, leaving Zel in the hall.
"Now, just what was I doing...?" Zel wondered. He walked down the stairs again.
******
The bell rang, and the halls began to thin out again, and Zel headed to his first class. "Let's see... Umm... Sciences... Should be this class..." he walked in and took a seat.
Zel checked the board. "Yup, Science 11, Ms. Amerias..."
The class settled down, and the bell rang. The class was silent for a few moments.
"Hey, where's the teach?" a boy with blue hair stood up.
"Yeah, where's the teacher?" another boy, with the same blue hair, almost identical, stood up.
"... You're right..." a third boy with blue hair stood up. He seemed a bit shorter, though. Triplets.
The class went in an uproar.
Zel sighed, putting his head down on his desk. "Bloody idiots, she's probably going to make a flashy entrance in 3... 2... 1..."
There was an explosion from the back.
"Yup..."
The door in the back of the room opened, and a young woman walked out. There was smoke coming out of the door behind her, but she seemed perfectly fine...
Hawkz turned to Briar. "Hey, you idiot, shut your jaw! You're embarassing yourself!"
Briar closed his mouth. "Whoops... It's just..."
It was true. She was drop-dead gorgeous.
"Hey!" one of the women in the class turned to a boy who was pale, on the floor. "He's dead!"
"You guys can really screw up a Figure of Speech..." Gairyio muttered.
"Hello, class..." Ms. Amerias spoke. "Neither of you would possibly be willing to go get some steel bars from the Metalworks room, would you? I think I've just created something that needs to be jailed..."
******
Well, aside from the... er... slightly crazed ways of their teacher, Ms. Amerias, everything was going well that day. Next class - Shamanism...
Zel paused. "Hey, I didn't sign up for Shamanism..." he sighed. "Oh well. I might as well go anyway..."
Zel walked towards the far end of the halls, and noticed that the doors to the outside were open. There was an old man talking to a rough-looking teen.
"Now, listen, Dreamer, I'm a patient headmaster, so I'm not going to expel you yet..." the Principal was talking to the teen. "But I suggest you get to class, or I'll rethink my policy..."
"Yeah, whatever..." Dreamer flicked a cigarette away. He walked inside, right past Zel.
Zel stared blankly at Dreamer. Dreamer froze a bit of the way down the hall.
"What are you looking at?" Dreamer asked, not turning.
Zel hastily turned away, walking into his Shamanism Class.
The class was somewhat dusty at first glance. Then, it seemed rather calm. Despite the hustle of the rest of the school, the class was deadly quiet. There were no books on the desk, and the students were sitting upon the carpet, relaxing.
A rather young man, who didn't look like he was even out of high school, walked over to Zel. "You must be... Master Zel... My friends informed me. Please, take a seat and relax..."
"Relax...?" Zel wondered. "Nah, I think I'm in the wro..."
"No, you're not..." the man assured him. "I'm Mr. Shenbai, but you can call me Zerse..."
"Please, Zerse, if you would tone it down..." Gairyio muttered.
"Ah, sorry..." Zerse's voice became a whisper. Zel looked him over. He had a t-shirt with long silver ribbons around it, long tight pants, and a golden key hanging around his neck. Upon his head, holding his green hair into a large sticking up mass, was something like a turban with no middle. Under his eyes, he had strange paintings. "Do join us, Master Zel..."
Zel blinked. "V... Very well..." he took a seat.
Zel remained stable for a few seconds. But he never was too stable. He closed his eyes.
Only a couple minutes in, and his mind was already formulating the death of Zerse. Ah, to keep me still for so long... He shall pay...
"'Tis but a sin..." Zel muttered under his breath.
Zerse began chanting something at the head of the room. "Guided by the stars lies the earth... Upon which we dwell, not to feed off of it, but to embrace it..."
Now, that just about made Zel snap right there. So, when Zel opened his eyes to see a misty figure in front of him, no more, he clapped his hands over his mouth to stifle a yell.
Lots of ghosts. All shapes and sizes. And one was sitting in front of him, cross-legged, a long, illusionary sword across his lap. His body was covered by white robes, and blue hair waved across his face.
Suddenly, the other students began to chat to their ghosts. Zel turned to his. "He... Hello..."
"'Bout time you noticed me!" the ghost muttered. "I mean, I've been stuck with you for, what, 16, 17 years?"
"You've what!?" Zel blinked.
"Been following you around. I knew something like this would get you in touch with me, so I got a good friend of mine to screw around your timetable..." the ghost responded.
"Which 'friend' would that be?"
The ghost pointed towards Gairyio, who was laughing with his buddy, who looked like some kind of elven archer.
"He's gonna get it real good later..." Zel cracked his knuckles.
"Don't blame him!" the ghost called out. "Anyway, my name's Dynast."
"Zel. But you knew that... You probably also know..."
"That by all rights you shouldn't be a shaman, since you don't have a pure heart? That you wish to lay with Mihill? That you're real identity is..." Dynast began.
"Aright! Shut up!" Zel muttered. "I get it!"
"And speaking of Mihill, she's just over there..." Dynast pointed over to the side. As if on reflex, Zel did the same.
Mihill was speaking with a young ghost in a kimono. The two seemed so close...
Zel caught himself fantasizing, and smacked himself over the head. "I've got to stop that..." he muttered. "Damnitall..."
******
As class ended, Zel bumped into Mihill, just inside the doorway. "Er..." Mihill blinked. "Oh, Zel! I didn't know you were taking Shamanism!"
"I didn't either..." Zel muttered. "What do you have next?"
"A spare..." Mihill answered.
Zel glanced at his timetable. "Seems the same... Err..."
Zel caught himself blushing again. "Err... nevermind! I've got to catch up to Gairyio, I need to make him pay for something..."
Mihill blinked as Zel ran off. "What a strange kid..."
******
During the spare, Zel ran into Gairyio. Before he had a chance to get away, Gairyio was pinned to the ground.
"Ack! Whaddya want!?" Gairyio called out.
"One. Teach me how to disarm/arm that lock thing. Two, why'd you switch around my timetables!?" Zel growled.
"Okay! Okay! I can only do 2 right now. Listen, I did it because Dynast requested me to! And be glad I did! Once you see how usefull a ghost partner is, you'll..."
Zel drove his knee harder into Gairyio's back. "Undo it!"
"I can't!" Gairyio whined. "Will you just get off!?"
Zel felt a strong hand on his shoulder, and he was quickly pulled off of Gairyio. Zel turned.
Dreamer was staring him in the face, a lit cigarette in his mouth. Something about him scared Zel.
Dreamer's hand grabbed Zel's collar, lifting him right off of his feet. "I'm the only one that's allowed to hurt him, got it?" Dreamer smirked. "Zel?"
"Ye... Yes!" Zel nodded.
Dreamer dropped Zel, who stumbled and fell. Dreamer turned and walked off.
"Never thought I'd be thankful for him showing up..." Gairyio muttered, as he helped Zel up.
"Woah!"
"I can't believe it!"
"Nobody ever has Dreamer talk to them like that and walks away without a scratch!"
The three blue-haired boys had walked over in the hallway. They were identical triplets. The problem was is that it was hard to tell which one of them was the identical one - they all looked so much alike.
The first one, the shortest, looked up at Zel. "I'm Malus Tepes, nice to meet you!"
The second bowed. His hair was the shortest, although he was taller then Malus, and a headband could be seen under his bangs. "I'm Seinjaii Tepes."
"And I'm Marius Tepes..." the last one, the tallest with the longest hair, smiled. "We're the Tepes Triplets."
"So I... figured..." Zel nodded. "I'm Zelloss... Nice to meet you all..." he extended his hand.
Three hands, at the same time, grabbed his hand, and shook. Zel felt shockwaves through his body. "ACK!"
"Oh, sorry..." Seinjaii apologized. "We have a tendency..."
"To act at the same time despite our knowle..." the three boys paused, realizing the irony.
"Oh, we've got to go now!" Malus checked his watch. "Bye!"
Zel watched as they walked off. Somebody, in the meantime, walked up behind him.
"So, you've met the runts?"
Zel turned. He blinked.
There was a young woman there, wearing a belly-revealing spaghetti strapped shirt and a microskirt. Something about her made Zel a bit uncomfortable.
"The runts?" Zel asked.
"Yeah, those are my triplet dummy brothers..." the woman sighed. "I'm Actrise..."
"Nice to meet you, Actrise..." Zel muttered, although he wasn't sure he was telling the truth.
There was a crash from down the hall. "Hell, why do I always have to watch over them..." Actrise gave Zel a quick kiss on the cheek, and ran off in the direction the triplets had gone.
Zel blushed, and Gairyio looked at him. "Don't get involved. She's a bloody slut, she's slept with nearly every guy in the school, if the stories are true..."
"Including you?" Zel asked.
"Nearly. You want proof?" Gairyio muttered. "There's a reason there's not even half as many Shamans in school since she showed up..."
Zel was about to make some comment about the social degredation worldwide, or something half-intelligent, but nothing came out. He sighed.
"Well, this is an interesting day... Already, You've met me, the three nutso triplets and their slutty sis, a ghost and our Shamanism teacher, some mad and gorgeous scientest teacher, and made an enemy out of the most feared man in the school..." Gairyio looked at Zel.
"Yeah, and we're only a bit into the day!" Zel muttered.