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Just Because - You've Got No Respect
"Everyone except Mr. Aurion and Mr. Sorieku may leave to their first period classes. And don't be late." With that said, the assembly was emptied out faster than Yuan had ever seen. By now, the principal had turned her attention to him and Kratos, who was walking up the aisle towards the stage.
He already hates me! I can see it in his eyes! Yuan thought desperately, watching him trudge disdainfully onto stage, from the side stairs.
His ruby glare met Yuan's nervous one for a moment. It was as if he was trying to give him a warning without words. If he was, then it certainly had worked because Yuan began to sway uneasily on his feet once more.
Deal Yuan! You're a teenager and are getting nervous over some ass like him? Just stay positive! Stay cool! Stay.. away from him and his over tight clothes, ack! Yuan turned away and glanced at the principal.
"Now, Kratos, as a host you will be assigned to make sure our new student achieves. By that, I mean you will have to help him during class, show him around, and for heaven's sake let him have a place to eat at lunch. Recently, we have found that there is a better success when we demand the host studies after school with the student. So I'll be making sure of that." By now Yuan had begun to twitch uneasily.
Him, over my house? With that attitude, and those pants!
"Yuan, we have assigned you to all of Kratos' classes. He'll show you where you need to go. If you have any questions, feel free to ask him. Through this program we are hoping that you'll feel right at home at AFC," She gave that 'I am not getting enough to work this job' look then smiled brilliantly.
Right at home?.. Of course I will, I'll be getting tortured at a place like this if I'm forced to hang around with guys like him!
By now Yuan wanted to run far away and transfer schools. He'd even rather have Hiaturio hit on him than this.
"Mrs. Ohamsu, why did the school system choose me?" Even when he asked a question, he bore that naive personality. And yet his voice changed so drastically. It almost sounded like he was sincere!
Of course, Mr. Popular has to be a perfected liar to adults. Figures, Yuan sighed to himself, watching his new mentor glare over his shoulder at Yuan every once in awhile.
"We thought it'd be good for your character." Mrs. Ohamsu replied, uncrossing her arms and ruffling through a pile of papers on the podium. By this point Kratos had already sent Yuan ten death glares. Or possibly more, he sort of lost count after the tenth. "Here you are boys, I've taken it upon myself to give you a rubric on the hosting program."
"A.. packet?" Yuan asked, as she shoved it under his nose. Placing it upon his books and binders, he flipped through it while balancing the other objects he carried. Kratos had glared at the packet, and held it loosely by his side.
"Well, you two better be off to your classes. And by this schedule it is Chemistry. Here are your passes, and have a wonderful day," And with that, Mrs. Ohamsu placed a pass on Yuan's binder and into Kratos' right hand. She signaled for them to make their way off the stage and to class. Kratos groaned and left off the stage before Yuan. The principal turned to Yuan for a moment and let out a gentle sigh. "Give him sometime, he's not used to having this sort of responsibility. In time you'll become friends."
Over my dead body, Yuan thought miserably as he made his way down the stairs and hurried behind Kratos out of the assembly room. He'd never be friends with someone like me. He's probably too stuck-up to admit I'm cooler than him. Which I probably am, Yuan thought to himself as he followed Kratos. Unexpectedly, Kratos turned around and starred down Yuan in the eye.
"Uh, why are we stopping?" His stammering still continued onwards. Biting down his bottom lip, he felt himself turn another shade of red. For some reason he hated speaking to people who had it in for him. Which wasn't very uncommon nowadays.
"Let's get this straight. I don't care what you do, and I don't care about this program. Stay away from me, don't talk to me, don't even look at me. I don't speak to people like you," Kratos sneered, squinting his eyebrows as he spoke.
What kind of stuck up jerk is this guy? Yuan thought to himself, beginning to shake nervously.
"But she said that she'd be checking up to make sure we are follo-" Yuan began, in between stammers. However, Kratos reached out and placed a hand across the younger boy's mouth. Turning another shade darker, Yuan immediately stopped talking and starred him in the eye uneasily.
"I don't need my friends thinking I've stooped to the level of the likes of you," Kratos warned harshly. "You see, I'm the person everyone wants to be. But with you in the picture, people will get the wrong idea." Kratos continued. "As for the whole after school thing, I'm devising a plan to get out of that also. So don't get your hopes up, newb." Kratos scowled. "Got it?"
For some reason knowing that makes me feel so much better, Yuan wanted to say but gave into an obedient nod of his head. Within moments Kratos removed his hand and paused for a moment, starring Yuan directly in the eye.
"If you act as I tell you to, we'll get along better. I'm not saying as friends, but more so, one of those slave and owner kind of deals." Kratos spoke as he turned around and began to walk down the hall. Yuan blinked a few times before puffing out his cheeks angrily and hurrying to walk alongside him.
"I'm not going to be your slave." Yuan spoke, trying not to do his usual stammer.
"Shut up while you're ahead fag," Kratos glared, glancing over to Yuan from his side.
Say what! He.. thinks I'm gay! How, why! Did he read my journal or something- Wait. I'm not gay, it was just that one time. Of course I'm not. Right, In Yuan's mind, he had a desperate fight on what to believe.
"I'm not gay," Yuan spoke, putting on his 'You don't scare me.. but please don't knock the crap out of me!' look.
"Are you saying something's wrong with gay people?" Kratos asked angrily, all of a sudden pushing Yuan's books out of his hands.
Wrong reaction! Yuan thought desperately as he bent over to pick them up before being grabbed by the arm by his so called 'friendly host'. It seemed like everything ticked this guy off, no wonder people gave him respect.
"N-no, gay people are fine! In fact I love gay people?..." Yuan attempted, trying to break free from Kratos' grasp.
"That's better," Kratos spoke, shoving Yuan and causing him to fall on the floor. Rubbing his head painfully, Yuan grabbed his stuff and scampered to his feet. Blinking a few times, he watched as Kratos turned to a locker and began punching in the combination. Watching, Yuan walked over and starred vaguely as he whipped open the locker, causing it to hit Yuan in the nose.
"What the!" Yuan pouted, grabbing his nose as it bleed. Kratos continued rummaging through his locker, as if this whole thing didn't phase him. Yuan glared, still balancing his books with his other hand.
This guy is such an ass.. how can people like him!
"Did you say something?" Kratos grabbed the locker door lightly and glanced around it. Still holding his nose painfully, Yuan let out a sigh and tightened his grasp on his books with his free hand. "What's with your nose?" Kratos asked, raising an eyebrow
"N-nothing, " Yuan stammered, watching Kratos uneasily. Blinking a few times, Kratos grabbed his chemistry book and slammed the locker shut. Yuan watched as he starred at him before putting on an angry scowl and heading down the hall once more. As if he was some obedient lost puppy, Yuan followed quickly as Kratos walked into the nearest door.
"Ah yesh, Mr. Aurion, Mr. Sorieku welcome welcome," From the entrance of the room stood the professor from earlier. By now Yuan's stomach had bottomed out and he was cursing everything he knew for life treating him like this. From the middle of the hard stone tables waved a few students. Kratos' gaze fell to them and shot Yuan a stern glance before walking over to them and sitting down. Feeling a bit out of place, Yuan took a seat next to a boy who was sitting by himself.
"Now, open your books to page thirty two," The professor instructed, opening his book also to the page.
Yuan glanced over wearily at who was sitting next to him. He appeared to have green hair down to his chin, and dark green eyes. He wore a red shirt wit h a yellow vest and black pants. After a few moments of Yuan's constant starring, the guy glanced over at him.
"Huh? Didn't even notice you sit down," He grumbled, as Yuan flipped open his book. The boy did the same before pausing a moment and resting his elbows on the table. "You're the new kid, neh?" He asked curiously.
"What of it?" Yuan asked uneasily, crossing his arms and leaning against the table. Thankfully they were at the back of the room, so even then the professor couldn't hear them. The boy laughed only above a whisper and then pushed his book aside.
"The name's Forcystus, and you're Yuan, right?" Forcystus asked, running a free hand through his green hair. Yuan quickly nodded and then What a creepy name, Yuan thought to himself before glancing back at him.
"Cool name."
"You see that guy over there," Forcystus pointed in Kratos' direction. Yuan sighed miserably and gave a stiff nod as to say 'Unfortunately'. A smirk rolled across the greenette's face before he gave a smug expression. "Did you know he's gay?"
"Waah!" Yuan asked alarmed, trying to keep his voice as quiet as he could. My mentor is a freaking gay! Oh wow, this isn't going to be fun. What if he tries to rape me... ek! Yuan thought, dreading the fact that Kratos liked the same gender. Then again, was that such a bad thing? Bad Yuan! Of course it's a bad thing Yuan reminded himself.
"Just thought I'd tell you. Seeing he's your host." Forcystus gave a light snicker but then smiled vaguely. "But don't worry, I doubt he'll do anything. He hasn't dated anyone for a long time. For some reason the girl's like that he doesn't like relationships. Or for that matter girls. It's kind of creepy." Forcystus noticed.
"How convenient," Yuan murmured.
"Mr. Sorieku and Mr. Shoji, Quiet!" Scolded the teacher as he stood right in front of them. Yuan starred blankly. How had he managed to get to the back of the room so quickly. His face turned a dark red as he noticed Kratos' group laugh hysterically. Biting down on his bottom lip, Yuan put his hea d down and placed the book standing straight up so no one could see him
"Right.." Forcystus mumbled as the teacher fled back to the front of the room. "You look pale, something wrong?" Forcystus asked, glancing over to Yuan who was silently hiding behind his book as sweat began to pool down his face.
"I don't like this place at all. Of all the people they have to target, it has to be me," Yuan sighed as his free strands of blue hair fell onto his face. A long five minutes passed before Forcystus' nudged Yuan in the side of the arm. Yuan glanced over at him to see a piece of folded up paper in his hand.
"Dunno who it's from. Takuya passed it to me," Forcystus whispered before turning his attention back to the front of the room where the professor was busily taking down notes.
Yuan took the note in his hands and unfolded it. Inside it read Where do you live? Yuan arched his eyebrows uneasily. Who in their right mind would send a note asking where he lived? For heaven's sake there might be a molester in the room. Or a killer sending him this note. Taking out his pencil he eagerly wrote Who sent this? on it.
Yuan passed it t Forcystus and glanced at his book. Lot's of equations of chemical facts faced him, so he placed his head back down. After another five minutes of silence, Forcystus slid the paper back at him. Yuan opened it up once more. Who do you think, idiot? Give me your address so I can be down with this stupid mentoring thing. The sooner we start the sooner I'll be down with this bull.
Yuan glanced over his book at Kratos who was glaring at the board, not paying any attention at all to Yuan. Sighing, Yuan scribbled down 12 Odachi Drive and with that he passed it back to Forcystus.
"It seems our time is up! Remember class, there will be a quiz tomorrow on the notes on pages thirty two to thirty five. Make sure to study," Reminded the professor as the bell rang. Yuan arose to his feet quickly, scooping the books and binder off his desk quickly. Forcystus glanced at him for a few moments.
"What class you got next?"
"Not sure..."
"Real smart," Forcystus snickered before letting out a sigh. "Well, catch you later."
Yuan sighed and watched Forcystus leave. He could have possibly been the kindest person he met so far today. Even that principal had that fiery edge. While standing there, Kratos had walked up to Yuan and jabbed him the shoulder a few times.
"Wh- oh you," Yuan grumbled, glancing at the hot-headed redhead. Kratos glared at him before taking the lead.
"Hurry up." Was all he said before leading the way out of class. As they walked, Yuan noticed a single scar on Kratos' right arm. He hadn't seen it before, but now it was quite evident. Tilting his head, He hurried his pace so he was walking beside the teenager.
"What's that from?" Yuan asked.
"Nothing," Kratos replied gruffly, not taking his eyes off the hallway ahead.
"Seriously, how did you get it? It's really deep," Yuan noticed. Kratos glanced over.
"I said it's nothing, so drop it," Kratos growled.
"Fine..." Yuan sighed before another question popped into his head. "What class do we have next?" He asked uneasily.
"Why are you still talking?" Kratos asked, glancing over at the slightly younger teenager. Yuan glanced away, taking the hint that he really didn't want to be disturbed. So they continued down the hallway.
"Mr. Sorieku, glad to see you've found the class smoothly." As the two teenagers entered the room along the hallway, a red haired teacher had greeted them Sparkling blue eyes scanned Yuan for a few moments before Kratos had taken a seat next to Martel and Sheena. Zelos, Pink man, was no where in sight.
"T-thanks." Yuan stammered restlessly, taking a the nearest empty seat.
"My name is Ms. Arai," She smiled lightly as the glass remained silent, except for the occasional whispers of chatter. Yuan took out his 'Medieval Ages' history book and buried his nose in it wearily. For a first day, it wasn't going as well as he expected.
"Names Akio, and you?" Whispered the boy beside Yuan. Smooth brown hair fell down to his shoulder. Dark, and silent blue eyes starred at the blunette restlessly as if he had a lot on his mind. He seemed more of the serious, quiet type than anything. Similar to one of those bad ass heroes in those games.
"Yuan," Yuan mumbled, glancing back up at the teacher.
"Kratos," Murmured Martel from beside Kratos, a few rows up. The auburn haired teenager glanced over at the greenette uneasily. Resting his elbows on the desk, he shot her another glance to signify he was paying attention.
"What?" He replied gruffly.
"Are you still hosting that newb around?" Martel asked, glancing over her shoulder. Usually she was the quiet one of the popular group, but to outsiders she was rather brutal. Kratos raised an eyebrow and let out an annoyed sigh.
"No, and I have to go over his house tonight," Scoffed Kratos, shaking his head from anger.
"Me and Zelos came up with a plan to get him off a back," Martel replied softly. Kratos rose his head and glanced back at her, with much interest.
"Do tell..." He whispered, sparing a gaze at Ms. Arai who was helping a student in the front with a worksheet. Martel's and Kratos' worksheets went neglected.
"You know how Zelos throws a big bash on New Year's eve in his mansion, right? Well, we figured if we can get Yuan to come and get him drunk enough to admit his deepest secrets or do something lively humiliating, and catch it on tape, we'll have blackmail on him so he will never bug you again," Martel said proudly, with a hint of care towards her friend.
"What about the principal? She's a nuisance," Kratos added in, running his hand through the locks of auburn hair that fell to his sides.
"Forget about that. If you scare him bad enough, he'll give a good report for you, no fears. And besides, you have a month to become friend's with him. Once he trusts you, he'll easily come to the party and you'll finally be able to say sayonara," Martel smiled, as determination flickered in her eyes.
"Are you sure this is going to work? I'd rather not spend my days getting to know him," Kratos glared, shooting a glance over his shoulder at Yuan who was busy at work. Martel gave a firm nod.
"Positive. Trust us on this. Just use the good old Kratos Aurion charm. Surely befriending him won't be that hard," Martel spoke, starring at the blunette who seemed to chew at the eraser of his pencil every few strokes. Kratos sighed and puckered out his bottom lip.
"I hope you're right about this," Kratos scoffed before picking up his pencil and beginning to do the worksheet on which he hadn't the faintest notion on what to do.
The rest of the day went fairly smoothly. To say the least. The rest of their classes Yuan kept to himself, and at lunch he sat with Forcystus and two younger freshmen named Colette and Lloyd. They seemed rather quiet. It was dismissal, and Yuan was already at his locker, and had managed to open it on his first try. The people who shared a locker next to him had already left, so the chance for idle chit chat was limited. As Yuan shoved his books inside, he slammed his locker shut and was greeted by a face-ful of Kratos.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Yuan stammered uneasily, taking a step away from his locker, noticing an unusual flicker in his hosts eyes.
"Nothing of that much importance. I need to speak to you on something," Every word Kratos said was a fight to get out. He had to stay civil with the boy, even if it cost him his virtues. "You see, I work at a teen juice bar after school, called Juinchi's Shack. And I'm supposed to be letting you tag along also, so how's about it. I'll even give you a free smoothie, on the house," Kratos explained, raising an eyebrow.
By now Yuan was completely stunned. Kratos had been so cruel and offensive to him earlier. What was the sudden change of heart. Trying not to put much question into the matter, Yuan sharply shook his head.
"All right, my mom's not expecting me back until five." Yuan spoke, unsure whether to sound excited or let down. Either way, he was doomed.
"And one more thing," Kratos spoke as the two made their way out of the school. Yuan tilted his head uneasily, and placed his hands into his vest pockets distractedly.
"Yea?"
"Take this, it's an exclusive, rare invention to Zelos Wilder's New Year's Bash at the end of the month. Thought you'd might like it," Was all Kratos said before stalking away. Yuan stood there, with the invitation in hand. Blinking a few times, he caught up to Kratos' steady pace and shoved the envelope into his pockets. Since when did he go to high class idiot to popular?
"Why are you giving me this?" Yuan asked as they exited the school building and turned left.
"Because I like your face. Do you want me to take it back, because that isn't a problem," Kratos answered, with an iffy edge to his voice.
"N-no that's quite all right, I'll keep it," Yuan replied rapidly, face automatically turning a dark shade of red. Still, the idea Forcystus had told him bounced in his mind. Did Kratos really swing that way, or what is just a cruel rumor intended to scare the life out of the new kid.
"Good," Was all Kratos answered before quickening their pace.
Once they arrived at Juinchi's, Kratos had left behind the counter and began speaking to another work. Yuan glanced around the juice bar restlessly. A few other students he had spotted today were gathered around brightly colored tables, conversing. While others played the pinball and dance dance revolution machines that were installed into the bar. Taking a seat at the farthest table in the corner, Yuan sat down and starred vacantly into space.
"Hey, aren't you that new kid, Yuan?"
Yuan had been distracted from the oddest of fantasies by a girl taking a seat across from him. She had long blonde hair and seemingly orange eyes. Mostly, she wore a purple dress outfitted with a green accent blouse. In fact, she was rather ravishing.
"Y-y-y-es," By now Yuan's stammering had reached it's peak. She smiled lightly.
"The name's Luna." She smiled softly.
Kratos had glanced over from the juice bar. Anger flushed through his face then sudden confusion. What was wrong with this anyhow? Before he could answer that, he had begun his way over to Yuan's table.
"You're in my biology class," Luna noted.
"Oh, yea I saw you. You sit in the front," Yuan smiled lightly.
"Smoothies?" Kratos suddenly interrupted, in a deep and rather edgy tone. Yuan glanced up at him and instantly felt nerves rush over him again. Just that look on Kratos' face was disturbing. It looked like he wanted to kill someone, namely Yuan.
"Raspberry," Luna replied brisk fully.
"Cold or hot?" Kratos almost hissed.
"I didn't know you could make a smoothie h-" Luna began but Kratos had interrupted her by a tapping of his pen on the notepad.
"Well, now you know," He replied scornfully. Luna blinked and took out a five dollar bill and gave it to him eagerly.
"Cold is fine. Thanks," Luna smiled. Kratos stood there, starring the two down. Questions rushed through Yuan's mind before Kratos had turne ÿd to Luna once more.
"What, no tip?" He spoke aloud, stalking away to go make the order, leaving Yuan utterly confused.
"What the hell was that about?" Yuan asked more so to himself. However Luna had glanced up and shrugged her head, letting her blonde bangs fall onto her eyes. A few moments passed before she took out a notebook. Inside lay the most horrible drawings to ever be drawn. It was even better than a two year old's.
"Nice drawings?" Yuan spoke with question.
"Thanks! They're my best ones yet!" Luna spoke excitedly hugging the notebook. Sweat rolled down Yuan's face. This girl had no clue how horrible she drew. Then again, who needs drawing skills when you look like that.
"Here's your smoothie," Kratos suddenly spoke, slamming the smoothie down on the table. Both teens blinked a few times before Kratos shot Yuan and icy stare and left. Luna picked up her smoothie and went to take a sip. Once did, she wore that unpleasant look.
"It's... cherry?" Luna asked, looking at the smoothie.
"Ass..." Yuan muttered, watching Kratos at the counter, not paying much attention to Luna.
"Well, I'll be going. I'll see you tomorrow at school. Catch you later Juan!" Luna spoke, getting up, waving then leaving the bar. Juan? Yuan thought, sweat rolling down his face. She was more of a dunce than anyone he had ever met. For someone that looked as intelligent as her, she really didn't show it off. Even if she had any intelligence. After watching Luna leave, Yuan arose from his seat and walked up to that counter bearing that 'Jerk! You better have a damn good reason for doing that!' face.
"What's with the looks?" Kratos asked, leaning against the opposite side of the counter.
"I can get you fired for that," Yuan glared, leaning against it on the opposite side. Kratos laughed darkly.
"I'd like to see you try," Kratos dared.
"Don't mind if I do," Yuan snickered, pushing off the counter and looking for an attendant. Kratos however, had other plans and grabbed Yuan violently in the arm. Yuan starred at him, far beyond of the point of annoyance. "What is with you. Earlier I seriously feared you, but now I just find you annoying," Yuan spoke, stating his opinion in the air.
"Why the change of heart?" Kratos spoke, tone instantly changing.
"Uh.." Yuan watched him uneasily. "You're not as bad as you seemed, I guess?" Yuan spoke, arching his eyebrows.
"Oh... right," Kratos glanced away. "Well, here's the smoothie I promised you. Just chill for awhile and then later I can walk you home. And don't get any ideas, I'm just doing this to keep my ranking in school. Can't stay popular if I get chucked out of school, now can I?" Kratos smiled weakly.
"Right..." Was all Yuan said.
A whole month with this bipolar freak! For someone who is claimed to be almighty and popular, he really isn't all that. In fact, he's more arrogant than anything. And just what was that whole smoothie thing with Luna.
Yuan sighed and went back to sit down. Even though he didn't know what, he had many more confusing obstacles to face ahead of him. Some more.. pleasing than others.
AN:
Dun dun DUN. Thanks to Rin, Meowzy, and everyone else for giving me some good tid bits of ides to run off of! I'll try to make the chapter more interesting, and include more characters. Either way, here has come the best part! Your review replies with the bishies themselves! Welcome Kratos, Yuan, And Zelos!
Lady R1na
Zelos: Thank you, thank you! (bowing)
Kratos: Jerk..
Yuan: And this is coming from you..
Kratos: (ish silent)
Yuan: Wow, he didn't hurt me for making fun of him!
Kratos: (quiet)
Yuan: Something is so wrong here.. wonder what.
nife
Yuan: Yes! Poor me is right! I have to deal with him (points to Kratos) every waking moment of my life.
Kratos: Hey, I'm not with you when your sleep. Duh.
Yuan: ...oops.
Kratos: So he dreams of me!
Zelos: I love how you all adore wonderful me! Lloyd? Who the heck is that?
Kratos: Probably a newb also.
Yuan: You guys are mean to everyone.
Zelos: 'Cept Kratos ain't mean to you, 'cause he wants you.
Kratos: Say wha-
Yuan: Aaaah (ish scarred for life)
white wolf
Kratos: Of course I'm Bad!
Yuan: You're not all that ba- I mean you're the worst (cowers in fear)
Zelos: Behave yourselves.
Yuan: He's the one who wants me though!
Kratos: Where are you people coming up with this?
Zelos: You told me.
Kratos: Liar.
Yuan: ... I think they need help. Meep.
Master Summoner
Zelos: Awesome story is right! 'Cause it involved me. Psssh, and mentors are sexy (looks at Kratos)
Kratos: Attention stealer.
Zelos: (glares at Yuan) Kratos stealer
Yuan: What is wrong with you people! (runs away)
Kratos: Jealous.
Zelos: Maybe I am.
shija
Zelos: We welcome the praise! More encouragement for Kratos and Yuan's first-
Yuan: Say what!
Zelos: Whoops, did I leak on your plans Kratos?
Kratos: (about to kick the crap out of Zelos)
Zelos: And we used to be such good friends. (glares at Yuan) I hate you, I really do.
Yuan: pfffttt (sticks tonuge out)
