The Wonder of Raffles
Intro: -Puddle of Mud, 'She Hates Me'- Yo! Hello again! (smiles) All fluff this time, promise!
A/N: I got 30 kisses for KRIV! If you have any time, it'd be much appreciated if you could check it out. (humbly bows)
It just happened to be that he was popular – that had to be the reason. Yeah, that was it. He was just popular, smart, athletic, quiet, mysterious, and didn't oppose anything beneath him. If it was beneath him, why would he even bother? Still, this was taking it a little too far…
"Come on, Raenef, please?" they pleaded. They were together in swarms – most definitely not the people you oppose, especially whent hey were in groups. "You may be a first year, but there's not a single girl in the whole school who wouldn't want to be your lover for a day!"
"I…don't need a lover," Raenef protested innocently. He turned to leave but rethought his course of action. "There are others in our class as popular as me…"
He received wails of cries in return. His enemies, you see, were throngs of fan-girls. The end of the year was nearing. Students were now making friendships with even their bitter-most enemies for one reason: winning. Classes were forced to come up with things to sell or services to give – the class with the most sales and-or the most popular and innovative idea were given special privileges with exception to the seniors. The winning senior class was given the rest of the year free of homework. A class from each year was chosen and the students of 1-D were determined to win.
"Not a single first year student is as popular as you! You are our key to success!" they roared. Pale green eyes widened in slight terror before he was captured for their dastardly deeds…
-O-
"I hear a first year class is raffling off their best-looking male and female," a girl pondered aloud. Her companion nodded in an uninterested way. Curled locks bounced about with each step taken and his uniform was so decorated it didn't even look like the school uniform anymore. The long pants were tailored up to make capris and where scratches or tears appeared became replaced with plastered-on heart-patches. His pink undershirt poked out from the bland-uniformic shirt and the red overcoat only added to the ensemble. The perky pigtails and large, sky-blue eyes didn't dignify his tall and muscular build anymore than his outfit but he really didn't care. He was a senior, he was gay, and anyone who wanted to taunt that could speak to his fist.
"First-years are stupid. Besides, I have yet to see a single first-year to even catch my attention. The day that happens is the day I get rid of my pigtails and that would never happen no matter how much you want!" He ranted.
His companions sighed, allowing her long, raven locks to tangle into themselves in the wind. She was not a punk-dressed like her companion. Even though her companion looked like a ditzy-delinquent the truth was far from that. He was an honor's student and president of the student council. "I guess I just see you as a pedophile," she sighed aloud. "The hearts and that candy-jar you keep in the trunk of your car make me wonder a bit. I can totally see you walking up to some first-year student and saying, 'Yo! I can some candy in my car…' you know, Krayon?"
The senior male sighed in irritation. "Whatever. I got another meeting today so-" Krayon glanced up to see a beautiful male (he knew it was male because he had gay-dar and therefore only noticed attractive males) being glomped all-over by a bundle of freshman girls. He blinked, stopping in his tracks and not finishing his sentence. He licked his lips in a satisfied way. "I found my next kill."
Meruhease glanced over to Krayon-view. "That one? He looks like a freshman…"
"Like Hell he is," Krayon sneered in an annoying tone. He rolled his eyes, licking his lips again. "I'm gonna save him."
Krayon walked over to the dilemma with a certain swing in his hips. His female companion sighed in a content way. "Don't forget the candy, okay?" One of Krayon's hands was placed behind his back as he flicked her off.
-O-
"Now, now girls! What in heaven's name are you doing harassing this young boy here?" Krayon yelled, narrowing his eyes and looming over the cheering pack. Their gazes averted from Raenef to Krayon as they squealed – some in delight, some in shock.
"Ah! Mr. President! How are you today? It's a pleasure! We were just trying to convince Raenef to help us for our project, you know? Please don't punish us!"
Krayon nodded with bouncing pigtails. He glanced as the boy before smiling brightly in the, 'free-flyer, open-for-business,' way. Raenef's eyes glittered with humiliation – Krayon loved that face. Well, actually, he liked the desperately-hopeless face better, but…nevermind. He shoved that to the back of his head as he wondered why he hadn't noticed such a beautiful specimen before – perhaps the best looking next to himself. "Why don't you explain this situation to me?" he chimed in a suggesting way.
The girls cheered, telling the story in every which way until it was blown WAY out of proportion. Krayon nodded with bent eyebrows. This was exactly why he hated freshmen students – so loud and annoying!
"Alright," Krayon began. Raenef groaned. The honey-blond male smirked to himself. "I'll give you a piece of candy if you listen to these girls…"
Raenef poked an eyebrow up. "Excuse me?"
Krayon swooped down, pinned Raenef to the ground. "I got some candy in my car…"
Green eyes widened in shock. "I'll pardon your trespassing but this is absurd," the boy stated nonchalantly.
Krayon nodded. "You're cute!" the president chimed in a cheerful tone. He glanced up to the girls. "What time will your raffle take place tomorrow?"
"8 AM!" they cheered. "The winner gets Rae-Chan for the rest of the day!"
Krayon's eyes widened. "You're raffling him?" he inquired while pointing to the boy in disbelief. Sure, the boy was adorable – beautiful – but he was so young! They nodded in agreement. He glanced over to the boy again who blushed in return. "That's…interesting." He smirked again. "Well…no use letting you go to waste, ney? I'll win you tomorrow, okay?"
Raenef's emerald green eyes widened somewhat. He mouthed twitched as the elder boy dipped down and tangled Raenef's lips with his own. The younger boy was both shocked and taken aback yet a part of him felt a sense of completion with the girlish-looking man. Slightly tanned cheeks parted away from the pale counterparts with a slight blush. His mouth perked to the right in amusement. Krayon giggle before skipping on his merry way, rejoining with his female companion.
-O-
"So we are here…because…?" Meruhease asked in curiosity. It was early morning. The woman would have figured with Krayon's crazy lifestyle, personality, and schedule the honey-blond would be happily at home in someone's arms.
Krayon sighed in irritation with crossed arms. "Because I found my soul-mate," he explained. A raven eyebrow rose in opposition and question. The arms unfolded and fell to his side with an even more annoyed sigh. "I kissed him and it was like…I don't know. It was just amazing. I could feel the blood running through my veins and I felt alive and-"
"Whatever. You get the same feeling whenever you see any other cutie with a tight ass," she snorted. Krayon's eyebrows bent down in sorrow as he contemplated this. Maybe Meruhease was right… Maybe Krayon was just meant to survive as a leaf in the wind, serving as a rebound to men who didn't care… His eyes welled dup slightly before the girl hugged his companion's shoulders. "Don't get like that. It only takes a thought of a person to fall in love with them. It's such a simple thing; I guess you could fall in love at first sight – you know, 'you had me from hello?' If you're serious about this, I say go for it!"
Krayon smiled gleefully a moment before blushing. Meruhease teased him saying that she hadn't seen Krayon blush in an extremely long time but then an announcement roared from the stage. There was a large sound of applaud as the stage's lights projected to the front. Krayon's attention shifted to the podium as Raenef bowed humbly before the audience. A large, 'awwwwwwwww!' sound filled the roars of cheering. Krayon snorted – such cocky imbeciles he was surrounded by!
He glanced down as he rummaged through his pocket for a ticket. He pulled it out and examined it. It was yellow and not very well-made with a number ten squiggled on by a sharpie. His eyes opened slightly.
Number Ten… Number ten! What the Hell of a number was ten? At least be something cool! Like…five…or two…or three…or seven. Seven was a good number – the number of the Gods'. He needed seven. God damn it! Who the Hell had seven?
A boy walked on the stage who Krayon clearly marked as his target. Forest green eyes searched the crowds momentarily before locking eyes with never-ending blue. A light blush covered his face and the crowds cheered again. Krayon-just-hated-this-so-much. Most people attempted to follow Raenef's eye contact but that wasn't the simplest thing to do. Most gave up as the prize smirked a moment. "Well…may the most suited for me win," Raenef stated nonchalantly. He glanced at Krayon before what seemed like a smile passed. "And…that mystery number is…"
Krayon's heart was pounding. It had better be ten. It had better be ten. God damn it! It was ten! It had to be!
"Seven," Raenef replied. Krayon's heart sank. The crowds were silent as no movement took place. It was somewhat awkward and strange but Krayon paid no mind. He just wanted to know where seven was so he could beat the crap out of him(/her!)
It was a sigh of pain that left Meruhease was stood next to him. She was in shock with wide eyes and trembling hands. Her fingers held a yellow ticket like everyone else's. Krayon poked his head over to examine the number: seven. The girl looked up – most likely in terror of what her companion might do to her. Krayon smiled maliciously. "I do believe you were number ten, correct?" The girl nodded – against her will it seemed – before handing the paper to the man in sorrow. Her heat must have broke when she received Krayon's ticket in compensation.
Krayon just cheered, screaming, 'banzai!' and, 'bazooka!' and such as he danced up to the stage. Raenef seemed surprised but willing when the man appeared. Krayon's smile widened. "I get one thing, right?"
The male dipped in, scooping Raenef's lips for his own in one sweet kiss. He pulled away fairly quickly, embracing Raenef and whispering in his ear, "I have lots of candy jars at home. We're going to rot our teeth out." Raenef smiled for once as he inhaled the scent of Krayon's usual perfume. "What kind of corny pick-up line is that?" Krayon smiled warmly with a piercing gaze. "One that works on you, it seems," he replied. Raenef chuckled slightly. "I don't know what to say to that." "Say, 'Yes.'" "Then yes." Krayon smiled, biting his bottom lip as they stood still in that silent embrace, completely ignoring the gasps and cheers of the crowd. They'd have to put up with it for the whole day. Best to ignore them now before Krayon really decided what he wanted to do.
Afterthoughts: Be honest. Did it suck? Did I try too hard for something that just wasn't working...? I need to get back IC... (blinks)
