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Life's Sweet

By. Firemoon

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*Pairing: None planned yet, but NON-YAOI/YURI! So let out the children :)

*Category: General/Humour

*Rating: PG-13 for languages.

*Note: it's updated at last :) and I have re-invigorated in ff.net area! Await as my long-delayed fics slowly emerge from the depths of hiatus! *babbles on/the readers tune out*

Chapter 2: First Day of School = Nightmare

"Wake up, you lazy bastard! Wake up, you lazy bastard!"

"Hmm..??" As the ever-cheerful voice of the alarm clock cheerily announced the arrival of morning, Raven blindly waved his hand towards the general direction of the sound, the other hand coming up to shield his eyes against the bright sunlight that poured through the open window. There was a bang, and a crash, and Raven finally opened his eyes fully and sat up groggily, stretching contentedly like a cat. When his sleep-doused mind finally woke up, Raven stopped in mid-stretch, blue-violet eyes widening.

"Shit," His eyes flew to the clock now lying noiseless on the floor, having been crashed onto the carpet a few minutes earlier. Thankfully, it was still intact. The flashing red light was like a warning sign to the gray-haired boy.

8:30.

"Shit!" He frantically scrambled out of the bed, and still only in his old faded gray T-shirt and black boxers, ran into the bathroom. After a few minutes, Raven came out clad only in a towel around his waist and drying his hair vigorously with another. That was when the main door of his "flat" opened with a soft click and a dark, spiky haired boy about his age burst in, sighing as he closed the door behind him. They both blinked, staring at each other, speechless. The boy broke the awkward silence first by laughing uneasily, one hand scratching his head. "Ha ha..? Sorry for bursting in like this. Didn't know you were here."

Raven hurriedly threw the school shirt on, One hand clutching the knot of the towel tightly. He shot a withering look towards the dark haired boy, discomfort evident in his violet eyes.

"What the hell are you doing in here?"

"Er, this um.. girl was chasing me around again, and I always used to hide in this room when she did."

"So you picked the lock."

"If you see it that way.. yes."

"Gods," Raven muttered as he tried to run a brush through his hair, but the knots in the gray tresses did not give way to it. The boy – still standing in the doorway – snickered softly, and Raven glared darkly at him. He inwardly smirked as the said intruder gulped nervously.

"So, what's your name?"

"Van. Van Flyheight. Yours?"

"Hm," Raven did not answer, but instead threw the abominable brush angrily across the room, where it struck a facing wall and dropped clanging to the floor. He then stalked away to the bathroom, came back out with his black school pants on, and proceeded to tie the school tie around his neck while at the same time turning on the coffee machine in one corner of the counter.

Van, meanwhile, watched the gray haired boy curiously; there weren't many new students coming in the middle of school year, and besides, the waiting list was way too long for that to happen. With a start, he realized that the new boy was glaring at him again with his strange blue-violet eyes. Raven frowned at the boy –- Flyheight – gesturing towards the door. "The school starts in 3 minutes." "Then what about you?"

The gray haired boy rolled his eyes, hmph-ing. He poured some coffee into a mug, and sipped it lightly. "I'm a new student here, if you haven't realized. The headmistress is going to pick me up in about 5 minutes. A minute until the school starts."

"What? Shit!" Van turned around and rushed out to the corridor, not caring if Moonbei was still around to catch him, if she dared to be late to school just because of one scrawny little sixth former. [1] His voice floated up the corridor as he ran down frantically, trying his best to not to be late. "See ya, new student! Protect yourself well from the wacko-lady!"

Raven sighed, finishing the last of his coffee. He hoped that he wouldn't meet that Van Flyheight kid anytime soon.

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"Ah, mister Prozen."

Raven flinched at the headmistress' greeting as she lightly walked towards him in the lobby. The grey haired teen grimaced inwardly as she gripped his arm firmly with her painted hand, and proceeded to walk briskly towards the white building, talking all the while. Raven mentally cursed – to what, he didn't know. The whole situation, I suppose – then suppressed the urge to gag as the sweet perfume drifted towards him.

"I shall be calling you Mr. Prozen from now on, as the school rules do not allow any familiar terms."

"I understand, Headmistress."

"Then come along! We have classes to go, people to meet!"

He was given the timetable at the office, and in the blink of an eye found himself standing in front of the door marked Form 6-A. He barely had time to arrange his crooked tie before the Headmistress swept the door open, making a loud noise - Raven grimaced; This is not good. – and walked proudly in first, dragging Raven behind her.

"Professor Hardin, I've got you a new student. This is Mr. Prozen. Mr. Prozen, Professor Hardin."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am."

The said professor was a stern-looking woman with vivid pink hair – Is THAT even allowed? – who looked down at Raven with a half-frown. Raven gave a polite greeting, and tried his best to ignore the stares of his classmates, turning his eyes to the surroundings instead. The classroom was alright, and it seemed to him that there were less students in the class than the last school.

Then his eyes fell on the boy who barged into his room. "You!" Raven gasped, pointing a finger at him. The boy was not looking, but at Raven's voice, looked up. He too, jumped up from his chair and shouted. "What the hell?"

"Mr. Flyheight! Watch your language!" Professor Hardin barked, and the boy visibly cowered, muttering apology before sitting down again. The Headmistress looked curiously at Raven.

"Do you know each other, Mr. Prozen?"

"Um..kind of. Not really. No."

"Hm..." Professor Hardin's hawk-like eyes swept over him, and Raven, in spite of himself, cowered a little. There was something very scary about her that made student like that. She looked over to Van Flyheight and announced in a slightly amused voice. "So then, Mr. Flyheight will be Mr. Prozen¡¯s "buddy" until he gets used to the school. And," She frowned as Van opened his mouth, and he shut it with a snap. "I WILL hear from the other professors if Mr. Prozen is late for his classes because you had abandoned your duties, Mr. Flyheight. Sit, Mr. Prozen," she smirked a rather sadistic, cruel grin. "beside Mr. Flyheight."

Raven growled, but he sat beside the black-haired boy anyway. Professor Hardin smirked again, and Raven suddenly had a recollection of a red-headed teen, a hand on his hips and smirking. He frowned, waving the thought away like a fly. The pink-haired teacher finished her roll call and soon went out of the room, and the class immediately exploded into chatting and laughter, and some crowded around the grey haired boy's desk.

"Wow. A new student! We haven't had one for a while."

"Yeah, they're always 3rd formers, anyway."

"What's your name, other than what the teachers call you?"

"Er.. Raven." He answered uncertainly, and the boys flashed him a grin.

"Cool!"

"What subjects do you take?"

"Hey, HEY! Shut up and let him breath, for God's sake!"

Sighing, Raven looked up to a blonde girl with crimson eyes. She had her hair tied back with a pink ribbon, but bits of thick golden bangs hung around her pale face. She smiled at the grey-haired teen.

"Hey, I'm Fiona Alissi Lynette. Nice to meet you."

"Raven Prozen."

"So, how do you know Van?" She said as she sat down on the desk in front of them, swinging her legs slightly. "Well.." He shot an annoyed glance at the spiky-haired boy beside him. "He barged into my hostel room this morning." "Oh, so you stay in the hostel too!" She clapped her hands together, and Raven blinked. She explained. "Only some of us stay in the Hostel out of this school, so it'd be nice to have someone else around!" "Oh." "Pheh, I'd be glad to have him NOT around." Raven turned and glared at Van, who had made that remark. "The feeling's mutual." "Stop it you two!" Fiona glared at them, and Van and Raven both hmph-ed.

Mentally, Raven sighed. He really DIDN'T like this new school at all.

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[1] NHHS begins from the age of 13 to 18. 13 is 3rd former, 14 is 4th former, and so on. ;)

Well.. *nervously looks around* thanks for waiting, O gracious Readers of Ethereal Goodness! *worships* And now, long-awaited replies:

Mimi-chan : um.. SADLY it is NOT Raven x Van. And I kind of fell out of that pair shipping. BUT I'll finish "Love or Hate", another ficcie of mine which is Raven x Van! Well.. I'll try to.. *shifty glance* Kyaukii : thank you! *hugs* Red Baroness : Whoa, how long was it since I updated? *checks* Freezing Hell, 5 MONTHS?!!! Oh.. *faints* Distant Stars : thank you! *bows* and btw, WHEN are you going to update ¡°Remember the Forgotten¡±? *glares/hands to Distant Stars the MIGHTY INSPIRATION COOKIE* Plink : Wow. Thank you for kindly reviewing this story! Now I feel all hype now *laughs insanely* and no, Gunther is NOT going to be paired up with Hiltz in this fic....or is he? *smirks/bashed* Hannah : thank you! *hugs* I will try to write chapters for the other fics. I'm trying now, even with piling homeworks and assignments and tests of DOOM.

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Firemoon