Title: High School Drama
Chapter: The First Day
Author: Raserei Hojo
Summary: Ansem, sixteen years old, was thrust into high school. He agreed to go only because he thought he'd meet sexy girls… But he soon finds out the real reason he stays is to get to know The Senior.
Rating: T
Feedback: Very much so desired!
Story Warnings: Male/Male, shounen-ai
Pairings: Sephiroth/Ansem
Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters of Final Fantasy VII or Kingdom Hearts belong to Squaresoft. Any that are NOT recognizable belong to me. However, feel free to use them in any story you wish.
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The halls were noisy as usual—not that it mattered. The building was there, that's what concerned people. And it was ominous looking too, made of old worn, gray stone and surrounded by thick pine trees. It was this thing called high school, the thing that imprisons teenagers anywhere from seven to nine hours. Unfortunately, its latest victim was Ansem.
He had been home schooled his entire life, and now he was suddenly being thrust into the world of teenagers cramped in a small building. There simply had to be over a thousand students there, and he had never been in a room with more than twenty people!
"Okay, take a deep breath." His fingers drummed lightly on the straps of his book bag. An atrocious thing, really. He could feel the oncoming back pain that carrying books on his back would bring. What was he, a mule? "Great, now people are staring."
Running his hands over his stomach to flatten the white, button-down school shirt, Ansem took a breath and marched into the school a bit awkwardly.
It was creepy… Very creepy. Especially how most of the boys had black hair and pale skin and they all wore the standard black pants and white button-down shirt. They looked like clones, each of them a member of a secret army of some kind… A secret army that was so secret that there probably was one, but Ansem just didn't know where it was.
Peering around, Ansem noticed quite a few students were carrying something that looked like a slim briefcase. That would be more conventional and probably a lot more helpful. Unfortunately class started in five minutes. Also, much to his inconvenience, he had no idea where his first class was.
He roamed around for a minute, trying to get an idea of where the classrooms were, but to no avail. Everything was hopelessly jumbled around. And, the last time Ansem checked, 113 did not come after 387. And it was on the same floor!
"I hate this school," he murmured. Continuing his journey down the hall, holding his schedule an inch away from his nose, amazingly steering clear of the other students. Ignoring the fact that he stood out like a sore thumb, he did manage to get a glance of the girls.
Very nice girls indeed with the little black skirts and the extremely tight, white shirts that pressed their breasts up. Sort of like they wanted to burst free from the shirt. He sighed softly; he'd have time for women later. Actually, that was the main reason he had agreed to go to a high school.
No more than twenty seconds later, the bell rang. He looked up, and everyone was gone. "…Shit." Taking another look around, he noticed there was one person left in the hall, a boy casually leaning up against the wall and looking at a small black book.
"Hey…"
The boy didn't look up, but his green eyes continued to slowly move back and forth, scanning each page briefly, then turning… He wasn't wearing the uniform either. His pants were black, but they were tight and made of leather. His shirt was the style as everyone else's, but it was black as well.
Probably a senior. Well, he's just a year ahead of me, he's just a bit, erm… intimidating. Ansem sighed softly and moved a bit closer. Strangely, the senior seemed to smell of…roses. "Excuse me…"
The senior looked up, silver hair spilling gracefully down his shoulders and overly large bangs framing his face. He stared at Ansem silently, his face still and emotionless. After a moment, he finally spoke. "Yes?"
"I was wondering if you could help me find my class…" Ansem tried to make his face seem polite, but inside he felt as though this guy was full of himself.
"What year are you?"
"A junior, but what does that have to do with anything?"
Slim, pale fingers quickly closed the black book, and he slid it into his back pocket. "It has everything to do with you and your question. If you are a junior, you should be able to find your classes on your own."
"Hey, I just transferred here. In case you haven't noticed, this is the first time we've met, and you've been here for what, three years? You should know who's here by now."
The senior bent down and picked his briefcase up. He then proceeded to smack Ansem over the head with it. "Shut up."
"Just who are you anyway?"
"I am Sephiroth, and you are late for class." With that final statement, he turned and walked into the classroom a bit down the hall.
"Hey…!" Growling and hanging his head moodily, he crumpled his schedule in his hands. "I'm still lost. Big help you were."
Mumbling about Sephiroth The Senior's rudeness, and swearing to be vindictive and to get revenge, Ansem strode off to find his first class, trying his best to act as though nothing went wrong. Almost as if he was early for school. Too bad the clocks that hung in the halls reminded him otherwise. It was 7:15AM before he finally found the classroom. With a muttered apology, he took his seat in the back of the class and wondered if the girls were worth it.
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Author's Note: This is my first Kingdom Hearts story... And yes, it's a strange pairing. Please review and tell me what you thought!
