A/N: Sorry for the long wait for an update, but with my baseball season, and the school year winding down it's hard to find time to write. But I have a few free moments so I thought I might write a short chapter to get you slowly 'back in the mood.' Author gives the reader a wink Also, after this chapter I plan to jump ahead to around Christmas time, and dedicate one chapter to every characters thoughts up to this point, and yes that includes Kain. So on with the story and I hope you like Rahab's new friend...
Chapter 3
Raziel awoke with a groan; he had had way too much to drink last night. He got up and looked at the clock after glancing at the girl who was sleeping next to him. "Oh God, it's 11:30! I was supposed to be at my psychology half an hour ago!" He quickly threw on his skintight leather pants and shirt while racing out the door.
He could hear the girl calling his name. "Raziel, will I ever see you again?"
"Sure baby, in your wildest fantasies." Came the reply.
He walked in to class, and the professor glared at him. "Raziel, you're late!"
His eyes danced around the room trying to think of an excuse. "Am I truly late, or are you just early?"
The professor groaned, "This isn't Philosophy class Raziel, now please take a seat and stop disrupting everyone else who actually wants an education."
He then sat down in the free seat to his left and started mumbling to himself. {You may have won the battle, but the war isn't over...} Raziel's eyes turned from cat-like yellow to fiery red.
Turel was feeling good and ready to learn, with all the ass kicking he had to do last night he didn't have much time to get drunk. But drunk or not, he was sitting in bartending class in hopes that he could open up his own bar back at the Sanctuary. The teacher kept babbling on about safety rules and such, making Turel extremely bored. So he raised his hand to ask a question. "Uh, yeah, when do we get to start mixing alcohol and getting drunk?"
"Well first you must learn how to mix things."
Turel grew agitated, "But I already know how to!"
The professor picked up a glass of orange juice and toothpaste from his desk and handed it to him. "The day you can mix these two things together and make it actually good, is the day you can get drunk off your ass in this class."
Turel smirked as he pulled a small glass container from his coat and mixed all three of the ingredients together. "Here you are, I'm done." He said as the professor raised an eyebrow to him and picked up the glass to try it.
Zephon slowly dragged his ass out of bed and went to class. He was training for a degree in teaching, surprisingly active, for someone as lazy as him. But of course, everyone has his or her reasons for doing something, and Zephon was no different. He had intently thought about it for a long time, but what had sealed it for him was the fact that there were tons of kids roaming the halls, and attending his classes. All that "fresh blood" for him to take advantage of, plus the fact that he would be getting paid for it too! Too bad he fell asleep halfway through the class.
Rahab decided to pick up a nice pie so he could lure his neighbors over to their place for "dinner." Unfortunately, he got more than he bargained for on his way back home after physics class (he was hoping to become a scientist if you were wondering) he found out that the pie was alive! "Hello there! I hope you don't plan on eating me."
Rahab stood there in shock. "You...you can talk!?" He managed to stammer out.
"Of course I can silly, you should know that by now if you're planning to become a scientist." The pie noticed his physics book, "You know, I'm quite good in the field of physics, maybe I could help you learn it if you didn't eat me?" So from then on the pie and Rahab became friends...until one fateful night...
A/N: Like I said at the beginning, it was going to be short. But if you're wondering I left Melchiah and Dumah out on purpose. Their days require full chapters dedicated to them to explain their mishaps. Dumah is looking to make it as a football star, and Melchiah wishes to become an actor. What will happen? Review, and I shall reveal all! Also, I would like to thank Master Lizard, FunktasticMe, Covenant Elite, AquaSword, and Mikoto Zoku. Thanks guys for all the nice reviews, at least some people care!
Chapter 3
Raziel awoke with a groan; he had had way too much to drink last night. He got up and looked at the clock after glancing at the girl who was sleeping next to him. "Oh God, it's 11:30! I was supposed to be at my psychology half an hour ago!" He quickly threw on his skintight leather pants and shirt while racing out the door.
He could hear the girl calling his name. "Raziel, will I ever see you again?"
"Sure baby, in your wildest fantasies." Came the reply.
He walked in to class, and the professor glared at him. "Raziel, you're late!"
His eyes danced around the room trying to think of an excuse. "Am I truly late, or are you just early?"
The professor groaned, "This isn't Philosophy class Raziel, now please take a seat and stop disrupting everyone else who actually wants an education."
He then sat down in the free seat to his left and started mumbling to himself. {You may have won the battle, but the war isn't over...} Raziel's eyes turned from cat-like yellow to fiery red.
Turel was feeling good and ready to learn, with all the ass kicking he had to do last night he didn't have much time to get drunk. But drunk or not, he was sitting in bartending class in hopes that he could open up his own bar back at the Sanctuary. The teacher kept babbling on about safety rules and such, making Turel extremely bored. So he raised his hand to ask a question. "Uh, yeah, when do we get to start mixing alcohol and getting drunk?"
"Well first you must learn how to mix things."
Turel grew agitated, "But I already know how to!"
The professor picked up a glass of orange juice and toothpaste from his desk and handed it to him. "The day you can mix these two things together and make it actually good, is the day you can get drunk off your ass in this class."
Turel smirked as he pulled a small glass container from his coat and mixed all three of the ingredients together. "Here you are, I'm done." He said as the professor raised an eyebrow to him and picked up the glass to try it.
Zephon slowly dragged his ass out of bed and went to class. He was training for a degree in teaching, surprisingly active, for someone as lazy as him. But of course, everyone has his or her reasons for doing something, and Zephon was no different. He had intently thought about it for a long time, but what had sealed it for him was the fact that there were tons of kids roaming the halls, and attending his classes. All that "fresh blood" for him to take advantage of, plus the fact that he would be getting paid for it too! Too bad he fell asleep halfway through the class.
Rahab decided to pick up a nice pie so he could lure his neighbors over to their place for "dinner." Unfortunately, he got more than he bargained for on his way back home after physics class (he was hoping to become a scientist if you were wondering) he found out that the pie was alive! "Hello there! I hope you don't plan on eating me."
Rahab stood there in shock. "You...you can talk!?" He managed to stammer out.
"Of course I can silly, you should know that by now if you're planning to become a scientist." The pie noticed his physics book, "You know, I'm quite good in the field of physics, maybe I could help you learn it if you didn't eat me?" So from then on the pie and Rahab became friends...until one fateful night...
A/N: Like I said at the beginning, it was going to be short. But if you're wondering I left Melchiah and Dumah out on purpose. Their days require full chapters dedicated to them to explain their mishaps. Dumah is looking to make it as a football star, and Melchiah wishes to become an actor. What will happen? Review, and I shall reveal all! Also, I would like to thank Master Lizard, FunktasticMe, Covenant Elite, AquaSword, and Mikoto Zoku. Thanks guys for all the nice reviews, at least some people care!