Summary: Xander has an interest outside vampires and slacking off.
Crossover: Rurouni Kenshin
Disclaimer: I own nothing! You can prove nothing!
Feedback: Roin of the Cealm.
Pre-fic Comments:
Words in Japanese be written like this, me hearty: "* blah blah blah *". The author takes no res... respon... it not be his fault if the words be put together wrong.
Some bad language in this. The name of the other town is now my designated term for J Random Town.
Something just occured to me. Halloween is in October, which is about a month before school finishes for the year, if not sooner. Why oh why is it at the start of the season?!
* * *
Larry stopped Xander in the hallway.
"Okay, Harris, what happened last night?," the football player demanded.
"I beat your ass into the ground," Xander flippantly answered.
The jock immediately punched the scoob in the gut, expecting him to crumple around his fist. To his disappointment, all that happenned was he broke a finger.
"YEOUCH!! What the fuck are you wearing, armour plating?!"
Xander looked at the jock. "Nope, just a tshirt and me."
"You're wearing fucking armour, aren't you?!"
"No, lemme show you," Xander said. He pulled up his tee to show, indeed, skin and no metal.
The growing crowd looked at the bare skin, then looked at Larry's broken hand.
"All the stress must be making him lose his edge," one student muttered.
"I heard that Harris had started working out," one girl whispered to another.
Larry looked around. He was losing face fast, and had to do something to maintain his social position.
"Fuck you, Harris," the jock snarled before leaving for the school nurse. It was a lame line, and he knew it, but he couldn't think of anything better at the time.
* * *
Later, in the middle of Mrs Kerbopple's English class, a note came. It wasn't a happy note, full of fun and sunshine.
"Harris, Principal Snyder wants to see you."
"I'm going up in the world," Xander observed. "See you later, Will, Buff."
In the aforementioned principal's office, Snyder pointed at the chair on the other side of his desk. "Sit, Harris."
"So, are you ready to start paying me to turn up to learn as well as eat my lunch?," Xander asked.
"No, I am not," Snyder snapped. "I learnt today that you injured one of our sportsme--sportspeople. As a result, Larry won't be able to play in the game against Bumsville High next week."
"He tried to hit me!," Xander protested.
"That's not what Larry said."
"He's lying, sir," Xander complained. "Ask one of the students who were watching."
Snyder's eyebrows lowered. "Vice Principal McFeely has already investigated this. Are you calling the Vice Principal a liar?"
"No, sir, I'm calling him incompetant," Xander said.
"Harris, I have no choice but to stand you down for three days," Snyder said.
"I'm being suspended?!"
"If you continue to make trouble, you will be. You're being stood down, not suspended."
'Yet' hung in the air.
Xander knew when he couldn't change someone's mind. "Fine."
* * *
Giles looked up at Xander. "You've been suspended?"
The teenager groaned. "No, I've been stood down, apparently. It's like suspension's little brother."
"I... see," Giles said, taking his glasses off to clean them. "Might I ask why?"
"Larry hit me and broke his hand," Xander explained. "Snyder really doesn't like it when his pwecious little jocks can't play for the weekend's big game."
"Broke his hand? Was this an aftereffect of the possession?"
"I think so," Xander affirmed. "Sanosuke /really/ didn't want to leave me at the end of the night. I can remember some of his past now, I've got his endurance and strength, and I'm not sure but I think I've gotten some of his personality."
"Wonderful," Giles said. Xander couldn't tell if he meant that in a good way or not. "Do you have any plans on what to do with your three days of freedom?"
Xander looked around the library. There was an unopened shipping crate in the corner, full of the promise of work. "Uh, sure, yeah! I'll... just get going to get on with those plans. If you need me for vampy stuff, uh, ring!"
And he made good his escape before Giles found work /for/ him. The Watcher had that 'Books, wonderful books!' look in his eye that the ole Xanman didn't /really/ agree with.
* * *
The next day, a couple of the wilder students at Sunnydale had decided to take the day off school as well. Xander had decided to tag along with them, and have some fun. They were sitting by the loading dock for Sunnydale Mall at the moment.
"You into the shit, Xan?," Bill asked.
"Shit?," Xander asked. He was pretty sure he knew what Bill was asking. He /really/ wasn't comfortable with this, and was gonna try and get them to stop.
"The weed, the wacky tabacky," Jed expanded. "Drugs, as our illuminated fuhrers would label them."
"Not really," Xander said. "Been too busy killing the undead."
The two students had a good laugh at this.
"Two horns up, man!," Jed said, slapping him on the back. "I've got some /new/ stuff here."
Bill unwrapped Jed's parcel. Two folded red paper triangles were inside, obviously holding the illegal goods. "Nice. I'll try first -- I'll pay you back for it."
"Sure, man," Jed allowed.
Bill snorted the powder in one of the triangles, before going into convulsions.
"Shit!," Jed yelled. "When I get that piece of--! Xan, help me get him to the docs!"
Xander immediately picked up the comatose delinquent, following after Jed as they made for Jed's car. "This is part of why I don't do drugs. They fuck you up, Jed, worse than alcohol."
"Yeah, you'd know about that with /your/ parents," Jed snarled. "Put him in the back seat."
"Who did you buy it off?," Xander asked. "I wanna go have a 'chat' with them."
"Big guy in the mall, Terry Wilson. Leather jacket, can't miss him. Look, I gotta go /now!/"
* * *
Post-Fic Comments:
From personal experience, the V-P does the investigation and legwork when students pull crap at high school, and the principal does the final dressing down. The Principal does the interfacing with the Real World, and the V-P does the interfacing with the school world, and they work together.