AUTHOR'S NOTE: Same as last chapter, it applies to every chapter. Sorry if this chapter is late, I had a bunch of things to do. O.o The estimated update rate is about 1 week, please don't let that drive you off! Shout-out list and interview at the end. Please read and review (end begging). Anyways…
Disclaimer: Vince, tell them how I don't own any of the FF characters.
Vince: He doesn't. They own him.
PsychDragoonX: That's… disturbingly true… (BTW, they are Square/Squaresoft/Square-Enix/Whatever's property.) I thought you were timid…
Vince: Not around people that I know of.
PsychDragoonX: Then what about the 3 viewers that are reading this?
Vince: … -faints-
Italics are still thoughts (as well as parenthesis). Anyways, onward!
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Ultima: High School Eccentricities
Chapter II: Game Sta- I Mean, Class Start
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-/-/-/-/-/General Point of View/-/-/-/-/-
Vince did not want to be seen under any circumstance. He made this apparent by rushing away from a friendly conversation with his brother and his girlfriend.
Also, to Vince's note, the first bus arrived, but what he does not know, is that their spectacle was seen by someone with particularly sharp eyes…
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Was that guy…? No, he couldn't have had one. Only that freak would have one… and me. I have a reason, though. It helps increase my balance and I get to have sharper senses. Plus, the ladies love it. But its odd, he was stuffing something back into his pants…Bleh!
Hey! Girl at 7 o'clock! I turned my head sideways to get further details about this feminine subject… Lets see… Black hair, check. Pretty face, check. What I wouldn't give to stuff something in her pants… Orange looks good on her, but better on the bedroom floor!
SCREEEEEEEEEEECH!
Damn! That always hurts my ears! Well, time to go into Operation Find Girl And Hit On Her.
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The boy casually stepped off the bus, but waited by the door. After 3 seconds, the girl walked out several steps out of the bus. The somewhat perverted boy barred her from walking any further with his blonde-haired tail. "Hey baby, what's your sign?"
"Zidane, I already told you that I'm not interested," the girl replied with a stern look.
"…Wait a sec…" Zidane was tilting his head from left to right in order to inspect her some more. "You're… Garnet, aren't you?"
"Just like you to forget a previously hit girl after two weeks," Garnet annoyed turned her head away, eyes closed, along with the hands-on-hip treatment.
"But your, uh… sexiness captures my, err… memory and throws it away…with your beauty?" Damn you! You're a school jock! What are you thinking, Z! You're making a fucking fool of yourself!
Turning her head back to glare at him coldly, Garnet replied, "Please, you can't make poetry on your life. Now please move aside, as I'm still not interested in you."
Defeated, Zidane sighed and muttered, "Yes, ma'am," and let her go by as if she was his mother punishing him.
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Oh boy, the first people are here already. Ever since I've started dating Kuja, I've been a laughing stock. Why was he called gay, anyway? Maybe that ONE time he came to school in a thong on Costume Day… He got picked on by a jock and replied CLEARLY with sarcasm, "Oh, how I love people such as yourselves." I only knew him as the guy with the cute and sexy feathers, so I only have the general story. I wonder if his body hair is replaced with feathers also?
As the people started getting off the bus, I quickly kissed Kuja and walked off as Vince did.
Heading towards the hall that has Biology 2, I stopped by my locker, which is conveniently right next to my first class, and looked to the side to see my doll of feathery love. "Kuja! You're locker is next to mine this year! Yay!"
Kuja smiled back and simply said with his eyes closed and shrugged his shoulders, "I just know a few people that can get me things."
Oh my God. I think I saw a feather fall from his hair.
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Oh dear God, the people are coming. I quickly glanced at the directory once more, trying to avoid anybody's sight of me. I set off the direction of the Third Year Magics Section of the school.
Lets see… it should be next to the White Magic class. I've looked at a door of a classroom next to me. "Alchemy 2" What. Oh dear God, I'm lost and I'm going to be late! This will not be good with the teachers…Any chance I had for being on my teachers' good side will be completely decimated not unlike my tail when I will chop it off to avoid the label of "FREAKING FREAK"… Why am I so worried about what other people think of me? I just can't help it! Then again, most of these people blindly follow into Esthar's military school, so that renders their human worth to nothing. I'm here because… of Garland. I know something is up. I can't pinpoint it, though. Wait, an answer to my question could be because- WHAM!
It seems as if I've bumped into someone during my panicked thought process. Oh dear… "Are you alright? I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I hurriedly picked up the papers that the other person was carrying while I've noticed the now realized female's features. She fell on backwards on her rear, so I've noticed her legs first. They were covered in belts that started from her stomach, and covering the light gray skirt she was wearing. How does she walk? I count at least 15 belts… examining her onto her torso, I've noted she was wearing a black blouse. That black blouse really compliments her… breasts… Oh my freaking goodness, they're not human-sized! That's like, 50 extra pounds of breast implants! Alright… I'm over exaggerating… look away from the freakishly large accentuated breasts…
"Yes, I'm fine. Are you alright?" the woman replied.
"Y-Yes, thank you." My eyes redirected to her breasts (again) when we both were getting up. How…? Doesn't her back hurt? I mean, those are fake, right? I finally snapped back to the grinning woman when I handed her books back.
I like it when boys see me for the first time, their reaction is always hilarious. "They aren't real!" Ha. "Thank you for the books and papers. My name is Ms. Lulu Damia, but you can call me Lu." It reminds me of Wakka.
Taking my eyes away from the objects that ignites a man's sexual passion, I blushed deeply when I replied back, "M-My name I-is Vince Serkea." Damn! I'm late for class! I guess I can ask her for directions, she seems to know this place well. "E-Excuse me. Do you know the way to Black Magic year 3?"
Her smile remained, "Yes, I'm the teacher of that class. I'll walk you there."
But the people… I guess I have to show myself eventually, God knows my contrasting hair and feather colors aren't standing out.
She turned around and started to walk. How does she walk with all of those belts? Aren't her breasts adding too much weight to the front, disabling her balance? I soon followed when she was approximately 3 steps in front of me.
Eventually, after a stop by my locker (she is so kind, why?), we reached the front of the door. She was opening the door, but stopping to turn around to say with a smirk and an air of goodwill kindness and fun, "By the way, they're real." My face turned completely red.
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Hmmm…It seems like I share two classes with Aurora. That's a good thing, per se. We have our first period of Biology 2, taught by that psychotic professor, Dr. Hojo (Dear Lord knows what he's going to do this year… I hope he doesn't try to… breed… someone with his…experimental… cat… disgusting…). The other class we share is History 3, fifth period, taught by the time sorceress Ultimecia. For some reason, she is bent on this "time compression"… oh, I mean, "time kompression"… Rumor has it that she wants to achieve that is because she thinks she'll become a goddess. Another rumor says that she was also locked in a mental institute for her speech problem mixed with her goddess dream. Personally, I believe the latter rumor to be true… Oh, yeah, we also share lunch, but that's technically not a class.
…What a bunch of freaks we have to deal with…
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Yay! Feather-doll is in Biology and History!
Anyways, I hope Hojo is a little more… for a lack of a better word, sane, this year… I remember hearing stories last year about he tried to get one of his students to breed with his…experimental cat… Poor Aeris, she's still traumatized from that incident… But, why wasn't Hojo fired? That…sort of scared me… I think he's also developing weapons and artillery for the military and this school.
I glanced to the right side to see a smiling boyfriend opening his notebook to write something down. After scribbling something quickly, he ripped the paper out of the notebook and folded it, only to realize its being handed to me. I looked at the folded note, looked at him again with a confused look, only to get a response of, "Open it."
I just perfected my unique spell Flare Star. So, don't worry, if that psycho tries to do anything sick to you, I'll Flare Star his ass and try to get him kicked out.
Having finished reading the note, I looked at him and smiled. He drew me into an embrace, interrupted by the entering teacher and everyone's straightening up.
"Well, well, well. It seems I have new speci- I mean, students, this year…" Hojo cackled while readjusting his glasses. "This year, we are going to do something interesting." The entire class winced as he said interesting. I started to get agitated, ready to strangle the bastard.
Whatever it is, you are NOT going to try to make me fuck a bio-cat. Kuja and I will royally kick your ass like there's no tomorrow.
"Hahaha… Let me show you an example of what you're going to be doing…" he said with the still evil laughing as he opened the door to let his… experiment come in… It was a red and orange tiger with a hump on his back and tattoos covering it.
That's it. "You are NOT getting that thing anywhere NEAR me! You are the sickest person that walks the earth if you are going to get ANYONE to DO that THING!" I shrieked as I jumped over my desk, pointing at him. The rest of the class has mixed reactions to my outburst.
Oh dear God, sit down! "Aurora! Calm down! You're going to get into trouble!" Oh Kuja, trying to "save" me. The bastard deserves a beating if that's his intentions.
Hojo simply resumed the evil laughter as he slowly walked to his desk with his hands on his back. Now it seems the whole class is getting nervous or scared at the moment. Oh God… he's not going to…
"What a vivid imagination you have! Lets see…" he started to shuffle through his papers. "Aurora? Is that correct?"
"Yes! And you are NOT going to use me in any of your experiments!" I already lost my patience. I began to storm to his desk with fury. I would've chocked the bitch, if Kuja didn't run and hold me back.
"Aurora. Calm down! You are going to get suspended if you continue!" Kuja whispered loudly as he dragged me back to my seat. The class still didn't know what to think.
"Ha ha ha… No, no. This year, you are going to create a sentient being this year!" The whole class let out a sigh of relief simultaneously.
"C-Create…? So…"
"Yes, aha ha ha ha… That was quite an amusing spectacle, Ms. Aurora. But, I have to give you detention," Hojo replied cackling insanely.
Damn. Detention. Just… Damn it all… "…"
Actually talking like a human being, Hojo handed out papers with info on the project. "This is a year long project. The form of the being you create is whatever you desire, but it must function as a human. This means it has to talk, walk, be able to lift and set objects, and to think basic thoughts. Emotions are optional. The classes I will teach will contain advice and mechanics of a living being. Think of this as your pet…"
Well, this should be fun… If it wasn't for the damn detention. Me and my big mouth…
"Any questions will be answered next tomorrow, and teaching will begin then. You will be paired off with a partner for the duration of this project. They are listed on the pages I gave you. Feel free to talk until the bell rings," then, Hojo resumed his annoyingly scary cackling.
"So…" I looked down onto my paper to see who I would be paired off with. Aurora and Kuja. What fate would have this? "Squee! Kujie! We're paired off together!"
Kuja smiled, tilted his head to the side, and laughed. "You sound like a little schoolgirl. Well, I'm sure what you want our project to look like."
"Yes! I want a mini baby wyvern or dragon!"
"Yeah… but it'll have to be smaller than a normal-sized baby dragon."
"That's okay, because we're going to put feathers on it! All over it!" Yes! Feathers! We can use one of yours!
Oh God, she's going on and on about feathers again… "Y-Yeah, why not?"
As if on cue, the bell rang. We gathered our things and got up from our seats, and we lightly kissed each other, and I said, "See you at lunch, my feathery delight!" as I was walking out the door.
…I heard an explosion coming from the other side of the building.
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When Vince and Lulu entered the room…
Well, I had to eventually snap back into reality… But… ENOUGH WITH THAT, OKAY!
"Welcome to the Black Magic 3 Advanced class. The difference between the regular and the advanced class is because of purely magic power and defense. For instance, if a student from here casted a Thundara spell, it would be more powerful than if a student from the regular class casted the same spell. You should be quite honored, my students are the best black magic users in the entire school. Oh, yeah, Vince, I understand," Lulu informed all that, ending with a wink.
"I'll… do my best…" That's all you can say?
Lulu just giggled. After getting my notebook ready for notes, the other students started to flood in. One student in particular caught my eye. He seemed to be a Guado, with the large hands and long fingernails. He seemed to be the leader of the posse that consisted of all the Guados of that class, which amounted to a total of 4. You hardly see Guados in Esthar, because they usually live in Guadosalam, a small village to the west of us. Although, the leader of the Guado Posse had a feature that stands out of the ordinary. His freaking blue hair. What the…? He can kill with those things! How much gel does he use?
"Class, welcome to Black Magic 3 Advanced class…" Lulu started her speech all over again. After her last sentence, she added, "Now, I need to leave for a few minutes. Feel free to talk quietly until I come back." With that said, she left for her errand.
Hair boy and his (…fanclub, maybe? They are following him like puppies…) group came towards my desk, all with a look that could shoot needles. What…? He leant his face close to mine… "So, you must be the rumored new student, are you not?" Oh, my, freaking, goodness… His voice sounds more gayishly insulting than… Oh God, he has the worst voice!
"Rumored? Anyways, yes, I'm new, what do you want?" I want him away from me, he's starting to creep me out.
"Oh, I just wanted to confirm my thoughts," he snobbishly said as he turned his back.
Thoughts?
The other Guado began to snicker under their breath, in an impish way that could fit well for a horror movie. "About you," the person with the freak hair continued. I shouldn't talk… I'm with the freaking feathers and a tail… "You are more than I expected…"
Alright, out with it. Please leave, your groupies are breathing all of my valuable air. "I saw you and your tail earlier on, showing it off to that freak…" What! He saw me? "I must say, out of the three, you are the most gay of all. You are the weakest gay person I've ever seen." The lapdogs started to laugh out loud.
What! The! Fuck! He is NOT calling me the weakest gay person! Dammit! I've failed already… My eyebrow started twitching as I was fighting back my tears.
"Oh yes, by the way," Oh, dear God I cannot take anymore! "My name is Seymour, the best magician in this school's history. You had better stay out of my way. Consider my graceful visit the best thing that's going to ever happen to you…" He walked back to his seat, laughing as creepily as the others.
What! He doesn't even know me! … Just because I was born with feathers and a tail does NOT mean I am gay… I was furious. I was broken. I didn't know whether or strangle him, or to just cry out of frustration and pain. I was too shocked to do anything. I WILL get him back…
Just as I was starting my long term revenge plot, Lulu came back in with several students from White Magic 3 Advanced. "Alright, I am going to test your magic power and magic defenses by putting you in one-on-one duels of black magic." She turned her head, signaling to look in the direction where the white mages stood. "These white mages are here to heal whatever damage you inflict." The mages waved, most of them are women. "We will have this outside, after I call out the duelers…" And she started to pair us off, asking us to raise our hands as she called our names.
"… Seymour, raise your hand. You will go against Vince, please raise your hand." I've personally heard Vince was a powerhouse, that should teach Seymour to get off his high horse.
Seymour looked around calmly to see who his opponent was. He laughed when he saw me. Loudly. "You cannot expect ME of all people to go against… the gay weakling. I should have a much more worthy opponent. He, of all people should just die and stop breathing all of my air." Everyone was in shock when he mentioned my death.
Alright. That's it. I'm NOT going easy on him…
"Seymour, stop insulting others. You do not know if he is more powerful than you or not."
"Please, he looks related to the gay freak. He even has a tail. That's all the proof I need."
Lulu was apparently getting impatient. Everyone else looked towards me with a quizzical look on their faces. Oh God, he even set me up for even more humiliation… It's been official, just in case you didn't figure out, I've been depressed. Reluctantly, I took out my tail, and everyone started to snicker. Why can't they just think its cool…?
"Class! Stop it. We are going outside now," Lulu announced as she opened the door.
We eventually made it outside, and the other pairs were casting one spell at each other. It was an impressive show, everyone had a high magic defense, but even higher magic power. A kind young white mage can to me and warned me, "Be careful. Although you may have a high magic defense, with Seymour, we usually have to use Curaga, instead of just Cure or Cura. He does unfortunately have something to brag about, he has one of the highest magic power ratings this school has ever seen. So, be careful, alright?"
She's kind… "T-Thank you."
She was turning to walk away, but not without turning around and saying, "Oh, yeah, I saw you show your tail earlier. Be warned that Kuja and his tail are one of the most insulted things in this school. Nice to meet you, I'm Garnet." She extended her hand.
"Thank you and my name is Vince," I shook her hand.
"Seymour! Vince! It's your turn!" Lulu called over to the people waiting. Seymour was waiting with a smirk that anyone would want to choke off a person. "Alright. You are each allowed one spell of your choice that you can cast. Begin!"
"I shouldn't even have to bother wasting my precious energies eliminating you," Seymour lavishly taunted.
That. Is. The. Last. Nerve. He. Touched. He. Is. Going. To. Regret. Ever. Looking. At. Me.
"Blizzaga!"
A cold chill rode the air. Glimmers of ice shards floated towards me. Soon and quickly the shards all pierced into me. All of the bitter ice was packing around me. I am not giving him his pleasure of superiority.
Soon, all the ice melted and faded away. It hurt, but only a little. It only feels like I walked in a meat locker for a minute. Who's the weak one now, gel boy?
Expecting me to keel over, Seymour was appalled at the fact that Garnet wasn't casting a Curaga spell. She didn't even need to cast a basic Cure spell. "What is the meaning of this!"
Heh, expecting more? Everyone was also shocked at the fact I didn't even look fazed the slightest bit. Even Garnet gasped a little when I waved my hand to stop her.
"You should be groveling for my salvation!"
"If I'm so weak, would this hurt?" I quickly chanted ominously under my breath, only to shout out the name of my spell… "ULTIMA, BITCH!"
The sky was colored black. Everything else visible in my sight faded into the blackness, save the victim who is going to pay. Small red orbs began to glow around him. They slowly grew larger, scaring the victim into petrifaction. The orbs were still gathering energy, as a blue beam shot from my hand, clasping around Seymour's neck, forming a glyph that choked him and lifted him into the air a bit. The orbs of light and energy all rushed simultaneously at my victim, exploding on impact. That was not the end of it. Gasping for air, the glyph cut even deeper into his throat, only growing larger by the second. Four blue orbs of energy formed around the circular glyph and faded onto the glyph, sending lines of light to further torture him. The glyph finally ended its choke by flying into Seymour's neck and letting off a spectacular display of explosions as if they were fireworks.
After the darkness faded, Seymour was telekinetically thrown to the ground, head first. That took quite a bit of energy… But, for some odd reason, only God knows why, my lost energies was quickly restored and I was supernaturally recovered and ready for more. What…? Shouldn't I be tired?
I wasn't able to think for long, as the spectators simply was staring at me in awe. Lulu quickly commanded a white mage to contact the emergency healers, while stabilizing Seymour with a few Curaga spells. I did not want to go any closer, but I can see a pool of blood and Garnet saying, "He's unconscious and rapidly losing the ability to breathe!"
With that, I ran. Far away. What did I do? I'm going to get into so much trouble…
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Wow… Vince is so powerful… Well, not exactly a cliffhanger, but that'll do for now. Think! Imagine what Vince is thinking! Anyways, this chapter's interview is with Aurora.
PsychDragoonX: Hey, Aurora! I think you want to know who you're based off of, don't you?
Aurora: I'm based off of someone?
PDX: Yes, you are… A friend of mine, Rappy28!
Aurora: WHAT? Off of that crazy Kuja worshipper!
PDX: No. The insane woman whose life is filled with virtually anything with Kuja.
Aurora: …
Well, that concludes the interview. Now for the shout out list!
Rajata Sashi: My first reviewer! Thank you so much for reviewing! I thought I wasn't going to get any! Vince's education will be explained later, but for now, enjoy the high school eccentricities. Oh, yeah, glad that you're a fellow Kuja fan.
Twilidra/Rappy28: Hey! How've you been? Please don't kill me for calling you insane. (I would insert an anime face here, but the damn editor won't allow "non-lingual characters") Well, now you know now why you can relate to Aurora. Well… I sort of told you that before, but whatever. -cough-
Rose Mage: Hey! Thanks for reading this, despite your hate for Kuja! I personally am a Kuja fan (in a platonic way, mind you), but everybody has their own opinion. I hope you keep reading this!
And thanks to all reviewers for their kind words of encouragement. And again, sorry for the lateness.