Title: High School Drama
Chapter: Little Transfers
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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Day two, and it felt like day five hundred. Either way, Ansem was living through his second day of school. Despite being in a stifling hot building and doing schoolwork, Ansem loved his Literature class. He had signed up for it assuming girls would like that in a guy—what he didn't expect was to be the only male in the class. It definitely worked out for him, though.
Literature was also his favorite because there was only one assignment all year. It was huge though. Most people wouldn't be able to attain a C- on it. After all, it takes a year at least to write outlines, devise a plot, create characters that people can bind too, and then mix it all together and create a novel. Apparently, Mrs. Kramer, the teacher, thought it was easy.
If it's so easy, why doesn't she write one herself? Tapping his pen absent-mindedly on the desk, he sighed and looked at the empty seat to his left. The girl, Ashley, he believed, was switched to another class. Apparently she didn't like the homework routine. It was a shame, her being one of the prettiest girls in school… and she wasn't in any of his other classes either.
"Excuse me, class." Mrs. Kramer stood. "I'll be outside the classroom for a moment—be good," she added as she exited the room and closed the door behind herself.
The class immediately broke into conversation. Ansem didn't feel like joining in; it was mindless talking anyway. What did he care who won the last state championship for the football team? It had absolutely nothing to do with him. With an annoyed mutter, he turned his attention back to the beginnings of his future novel.
'In the beginning…'
"Geeze… This is gonna take months to finish." He stared at the paper, willing it to write itself. "…Months…." Stare as he might, it did nothing to continue the story along. "…Years." Ansem sighed and buried his face into his arms. Maybe if I sleep on it, I'll get an idea. Hmm… In the beginning… In the beginning…Roses…?
The scent of roses had filled the room now, and curious, but dreading the source all the same, Ansem wearily raised his head.
He wasn't surprised, really. Mrs. Kramer walked back into the room, looking flustered, and took her place in front of the classroom. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new student."
Hell no.
"I'm sure he needs no introduction, but… Oh, go on, Dear, introduce yourself."
The senior with that awfully attractive, flowing silver hair and catlike green eyes stepped into the room. He was wearing another black shirt, this one silk, and his black slacks were tighter than they should have been, according to the school dress code.
No! No! No! No fucking way!
"Hello…" Sephiroth offered a handsome smile, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back slightly. "I'm happy to be here."
Everyone in the classroom—save Ansem and Mrs. Kramer—gave an overly joyful scream of pleasure. Sephiroth managed to look a bit surprised, but Ansem could tell he was secretly enjoying the attention.
"Puh-lease," Ansem muttered, shaking his head. He blinked. "Wait…" He quickly looked around the room, then horrified, returned his gaze to the vacant seat beside himself. "It's the only…empty seat."
"Go on, take a seat, Sephy dear," Mrs. Kramer giggled. "Right there by Ansem, the boy with the orange eyes."
Ansem smacked his forehead.
"Oh… I've seen him around before," Sephiroth said airily, crossing the room and gracefully filling the seat beside Ansem."
The two boys stared at each other for a few moments while the girls in the room fawned over them.
Weighing the two choices in his mind: Put up with Sephiroth and be with the girls, or transfer out and be rid of Sephiroth. He decided to put up with Sephiroth. After all, no one could wreck the experience that much.
"Semmy-kun," Sephiroth said affectionately.
"Don't call me that, please," Ansem responded through gritted teeth. He didn't like the way Sephiroth was keenly smiling at him, as if purposefully trying to annoy him. After a glare, Ansem returned to his work.
Despite all of his efforts, Ansem was unable to write anything else. His thoughts were currently occupied with acts of vengeance; Sephiroth was a senior, he most likely didn't need this class.
By the time the bell had rung, Ansem was both furious and jealous. From what he could see, there was nothing special about Sephiroth at all. Sure, he and Sephiroth both had silver hair, and their eyes were strange colors, but that was no reason to slobber all over someone.
Ansem pulled his bright orange briefcase up and slammed it onto the table, growling as he felt Sephiroth's gaze upon him. "What do you want?" Now all of the girls were gone.
"…Nothing. Just watching. I'm glad you took my advice about the briefcase." Sephiroth stood and brushed off a fragment of lint from his shirt. "It suits you."
"Yeah, whatever." Ansem stuffed his papers and notebooks into his briefcase. "It looks atrocious and you know it. You should have seen the shopkeeper when I asked for it. I think it must be the only one like it in the world." He stood with his briefcase in hand, glaring aside as he noticed Sephiroth was still taller than him.
"Anyway, Mr. Sephiroth, my lunch is next, and I'm hungry. So move."
Sephiroth did not move. "I'm not in your way. Go around."
Ansem's grip tightened on his briefcase. "You know, with that attitude, I really don't understand why the girls here like you so much. They're always hanging onto you like you're a god. Like you're the most beautiful thing on the planet."
"So what? Are you jealous?"
Ansem shook his head and walked around Sephiroth. "No. But I think if you maybe wore your actual uniform and made some real friends, you'd be a lot happier."
It didn't really phase Sephiroth; he had friends. And plenty of them! Apparently, Ansem was the one who needed to shape up. "Mrs. Kramer?" He turned to look at the teacher who was busy scribbling away on papers at her desk. "Could you write me a note? I'm afraid I'm going to have to miss my next class…"
"Oh! Sure, dear. How long will you be gone?"
Sephiroth pointed up at the ceiling, where the cafeteria was. "Twenty-one minutes." He watched the teacher fill out a slip, almost in a zombie like fashion. "Thank you," he quietly murmured, taking the slip and heading up to the fourth floor for lunch.
He crept quietly into the cafeteria, although such caution wasn't necessary. The students were too busy stuffing their faces and chatting like maniacs to notice him. He quickly scanned the room, ignoring the dark heads, then made a beeline towards Ansem and his silver hair.
When he was near enough, he crouched down and carefully maneuvered so that he was sitting behind Ansem and the other girls.
"Oh, Ansem," one of the girls squeaked, "you're so sweet!"
"Maybe you can come over this Friday, Christine. My parents are going out of town all week—I'd love for you and your friends to come over." Ansem flinched as he noticed how airy his voice was. "We could have a party."
"A party! That sounds wonderful! What time should we be there?" Christine was giggling like mad now.
"Around six I suppose. They're leaving at four, so…"
"Wait," another girl said, "you can't invite Celette. She's a whore and she'd be hanging onto every guy there."
Sephiroth moved a bit closer, Celette Parks being the first girl he had dated.
"Oh, you're right, Helen. Maybe we shouldn't invite Celes either, she dated him for an entire week."
Sephiroth huffed silently.
"But Celes is really quite sweet, and besides, she's over Sephiroth," Helen chirped.
Ansem rolled his eyes. "You women and your whore list. But really, I don't care who comes. I live in Hollow Bastion palace, remember? It's huge! Just as long as that Sephiroth doesn't come."
Helen and Christine gasped, horrified. "You're not inviting Sephiroth…? Do you know how many people won't come if he's not there?"
Ansem shrugged. "I don't care, I don't like him at all. Besides, he's so superficial. From the looks of it, dating that guy for a week seems to be a real challenge, and he obviously can't be loyal to one girl—I saw him with his arm wrapped around three girls at once! And—…" Ansem could smell the roses again.
"Excuse me," Sephiroth said, standing, "but I do believe you should quit talking before I send you to the infirmary."
Ansem looked back and up at Sephiroth, who for once seemed to be angry. "What? You're angry that I don't like you? Not everyone is going to like you, and as a matter of fact, I do believe quite a few boys are angry at you for stealing their girlfriends."
"I hate you." Sephiroth spat.
"Well, I hate you too. Something we have in common."
Sephiroth opened his mouth to speak, but not much got out. Instead, he had concocted a better plan, a vindictive plan. And without much more thought, he forced a quick kiss onto Ansem's lips, smirked, and stalked off.
Ansem stared at the spot where Sephiroth had been, staring dumbstruck. Everyone else was staring at him now, most of the girls looking jealous. Helen and Christine were gawking at him too, but they looked at each other and started giggling.
Pounding his fist on the table, his face as red as it could get, Ansem cursed Sephiroth. He would have rather been punched in the face. The man he hated more than anything else in the entire world had kissed him. And he was a man!
But he had to admit, that when Sephiroth's lips brushed against his own, even for that brief moment, his heart had leapt for joy.
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