I got it! IC! In character, right? *beams at brilliance* And

I hope to. Nothing annoys me more than a story that is OOC(Unless it is

_damn_ funny because of it).

Kat: Oh, wow. Nice guitar.*pictures in mind's eye* And I already

answered your questions over AIM, but yeah, sure!

Jaid Skywalker: Yes...I actually didn't realize how nice they were until you

pointed it out to me. ^^ Someone else found me here! ^^

Daemaethor: I'm trying to get a shout out to you...but don't know which

one of my stories you are reading. So I'm just sending you a message on

both of them. Basicly what I wanted to say was thanks! I really

appreiciate your support!

Silvermoonstar-Tenshi: Nice name! ^_^ I'm assuming you read this story,

but, like with Daemaethor, I don't know, so I'll put up a message on both.

Now... Where oh _where_ have I heard your name before?*does quick

search* I can't figure it out...*cries* Help! I'm going INSANE!

***

"Aiiyah."

Kitchel leaned back in her chair, tilting it over at a dangerous angle,

causing the student seated behind her to wonder if he should do

something before the hard floor below them was stained with blood and

emergency workers were rushing the teenaged girl to the hospital.

She stared at the cealing, debating whether she should count the

number of tiles it contained, before deciding against it.

Sighing, she pulled her chair back down, so that all four of it's feet where

on the ground, then bent down and unzipped her backpack which was

resting on the ground at her boot-clad feet.

She pulled out a battered math text book and an orange pencil case with

a picture of some Japenese cartoon dog on it. Placing these items on her

desk, she opened the text book to a spot about three-fourths down,

retriving a piece of lined notebook paper from within it's pages and

making room for it on the desk as well.

She extracted a shiny green mechanical pencil from it's carrier, twirled it

between her fingers for a few seconds, then clicked it, causing a small

amount of lead to appear at the tip.

Kitchel brushed a strand of light brown hair behind her ear, then after

playing with a small golden hoop earring for a moment, she got to work.

She placed the tip of the pencil on the paper and, glancing at the open

page for refferance, began to write.

Problem one, chapter ten, section seven.

ˆ: 8/3x squared...

She sighed, letting the pencil drop from limp fingers.

This was more boring than she had thought.

Tossing the pencil in the air and catching it before it hit the desk, she

glanced at the wall clock across the almost empty classroom on her right.

3:49.

"Still fourty more minutes to go," She moaned, tilting back in her chair

once again, and running her fingers through her short hair.

"Man..."

She then noticed a pair of large dark blue eyes staring back at her,

specks of green hidden in their depths, the colors seeming to swirl slightly

like a bottomless sea.

She raised the chair back to it's normal position and swiveled around in it,

sitting with one leg on either side of it's back.

"Hey," She said, grinning at the younger boy sitting directly behind her.

"What'er you in for?" She said with the air of someone showing the new

kid around, teaching them the ropes and making sure they don't do

anything too incredibly stupid.

"Me?" He said, startled that a random upperclassman would talk to him.

"I forgot my homework."

"Ah," She said knowingly.

"I've done that. Did that last week. That's when I counted the tiles on the

cealing."

"Really?" He looked impressed, "How many are there?"

"Two hundered and seventy three," She answered prompty, grinning at

him, then adding, "I counted twice."

She looked him over, he appeared to be about half a foot shorter than

she was, putting him at five foot exactly, and was wearing a plain pair of

jeans and sneakers; not the fancy brand name stuff most people donned.

He also wore a light blue t-shirt with a rip in the collar that had been

hastily patched up with a few strips of yellow material, and an old and

worn jeans jacket that perfectly matched the strange blue and green

color of his eyes.

She twitched up one corner of her mouth.

Whether he knew it or not, the colored gel he had used to spike the tips

of his black hair was of the same green as found in both his jacket and

almost abnormally large eyes.

"So, kid. My name's Kitchel."

She held out her hand for him to shake, gripping it firmly as he leaned

across his desk to take it, and giving it a light squeeze before letting him

go.

"I'm Ringleys," He said, leaning back into his chair.

He glanced nerviously at the teacher's desk.

Or possibly at the large metal "No Talking" sign hanging above it.

He spoke, "Isn't he gonna--"

She cut him off, shaking her head.

"Nah, Lykouleon's real nice. For a teacher, that is." Kitchel grinned at

Ringleys.

"So how much longer you got in here?" She asked, looking down at his

own less advanced math homework and wondering why on earth she

couldn't be doing his instead of her own.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Ten more minutes."

Her head snapped up and she stared at him, mouth dropping.

"What?!" She pushed off the back of her chair to lean on her desk, "You

suck! I'm stuck here for half an hour longer than you! Fuck!" She swore,

not noticing as his eyes widened and he scooted his metal chair back a

foot, placing an arms length between him and the desk he was seated at.

The young blonde haired man sitting behind the desk at the front of the

classroom looked up over the top of the paper he was currently grading.

"Kitchel," He started in a tone less warning than ammused.

She turned around to face him, "Got it. I won't scare little Freshmen, your

Lordship, sir!" She grinned and fired off a mock salute, then spun around

in her chair to face the front of the class once again, bending over her

math homework, and trying to get it out of the way before she left

detention for home.

Behind her, Ringleys was looking startled at what had just happened. He

gave up on trying to figure it out, however, and simply bent his head

down, pouring over his homework just as he had been doing before he

had been distracted by the older girl in front of him.

Part-way through his third problem, he fell to daydreaming again,

rambling on in his mind about various topics and half-finished ideas. He

had seen this strange girl before, and had a vauge idea that she hung

out with a pretty blonde friend who happened to share his lunch break on

A-days. He glanced at the back of her head, wanting to confirm his

suspisions, but not confortable staring at her.

He brushed his black and green tinted hair out of his face, sneaking a

peek at the clock, and grinning when he realized he had only to wait for

another minute before he could leave.

He started to pack, snapping shut his math book and his binder, then

opening his back and stuffing them inside, crunching a rouge French test

and a rough draft of an english paper. Pocketing his pencil, he calmly

zipped up his gray backpack, which was covered in a fine layer of dirt-the

result of being dragged across campus multiple times, and hefted it up

onto his desk. He noted the loud thump it made as it was set down, and

the way the desk seemed to groan under it's weight, as if begging him to

remove the weighty object, and carefully removed his legs from beneath

the wooden desk, opting instead to sit sideways in his chair. He boredly

kicked one leg against the white floor, waiting for the clock to release him

from this prison of bordom and let him out into the world.

As the slim red second hand ticked it's way past the twelve at the

top of the clock, he stood up and pulled his bag onto his bag, teetering

slightly under it's weight. He bent down once more to retrive a brown

paper bag, containing the remains of his lunch and headed for the door.

Passing Kitchel's desk, he was startled as the junior reached out

and stopped him by grabbing on the strip of material that adjusted the

straps of his backpack.

"Hey, kid,"

"Ringleys," He said automaticly, correcting her.

"Yeah, Ringleys," She grinned sheepishly, letting go of him and tucking a

strand of hair behind her ears, "You know Cesia, right?"

He nodded, suddenly realizing why the junior looked so familiar, "Uh-huh.

Why?"

"I'm her lab partner. If you see her, can you tell her I'll have the plastic

tubing we need by tomorrow, ok?"

He nodded, making a mental note to do just that.

She beamed at him, "Great! She's gonna kill me if I don't have it, and I

was supposed to meet her to work on it today," She played with her

pencil for a beat before adding, "Oh, and can you tell her that, in

response to her previous question, my answer is no. Got that?"

Ringleys looked at her, confused, "What question?"

She waved a hand at him, avoiding answering his prying, "Don't worry.

She'll get it."

He nodded again, and turned to go, walking towards the door on the far

side of the classroom.

As he passed the teacher's desk, the man sitting behind it glanced up at

him. He was about thirty years old, with very fair hair and light skin. He

was wearing a pair of pressed pants and a white dress shirt, but looked

as though he would be just as comfortable in a pair of dingey jeans and a

ratty old concert tee. He smiled at the student passing by him, causing

the boy to pause and give him a nervous smile in return and a small nod

of the head before he continued walking.

Lykouleon laughed to himself as the room became void of all but

one student. There was silence for a long while, then he looked up at the

remaining girl and spoke.

"So, Kitchel, what did you do today?"

She looked up over her homework, feigning surprise.

"Me, sir? What gave you the idea that I, a perfectly charming young

woman, would ever--" Keeping a straight face was too much work for her

and she broke down into giggles, cutting her words short.

"Well?" He asked again, leaning over his desk curiously.

She grinned at him, "Got caught skipping Tech. today."

He rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

"Kitchel, when WILL you ever learn."

She continued grinning; this was the one teacher she was on such good

terms with, mainly because she had aced his class last year, and had

always liked the man. He was comfortable to be around, and easy to talk

to.

"I know," She admitted, "I should know by now not to hide behind my

classroom," She sighed, "I always get caught."

He laughed once again and looked at the wall clock.

"Looks like you are free to go, Kitchel. See you here same time

tomorrow?" He joked.

"Nah," She said, gathering up her stuff, "Thursday's my day off."

She hoisted her bag onto her back and walked across the class.

"See you later."

"Good bye, Kitchel," He said, making a note on the paper he was grading

with a red pen, "I'll see you later."

As the door closed behind her, Lykouleon leaned back in his chair,

streching his legs out under the desk.

He had a lot of work to do if he planned to get these papers back by

Friday so his students would have the weekend to review for their test

he planned to get ready for Tuesday, which would allow him just enough

time to get everything graded and handed back by Friday, which would

mean...

Which would mean he would have a Saturday free for judging bands at

an office downtown for his old friend's advertising agency.

***

For all you readers... Please review! I know there's gotta be someone out

there who I haven't heard from yet...

Oh, and if anyone wants to give me some information on guitars... I

myself don't actually play one... at all. I'm in band, guys...*sweatdrop*

So if you feel like telling me something before I make a stupid technical

mistake, please feel free to do so.

I'll accept any sort of info, since I know next to zilch.

***

Oh, I just realized this the other day when I was working on this

chapter...

There is another story that was recently created under the Dragon

Knights section of Fanfiction with a similar plot. Apparently it is about the

Lord and Officers starting a punk band. I'm really sorry that I didn't notice

it before and thoughtlessly wrote and posted my story anyway, even

though it is very similar.

And I'm even more sorry that I'm not taking my story down.

I apologize, I really do.

If HungryDemon is reading this, please accept my apology. I know what it

feels like to write a story and then have someone else write another one

with your exact plot...or something very, very close to it.

I'm so sorry.

-Ally

other story! ^^ Haha! I figured it out!*beams*

Review?