A/N: The one and only chapter where there is a third viewpoint.
Morgan wakes up and immediately begins the process of going through his morning routine. This morning is done with even more effort than before. His energy supply seems to double as the fact resonates through his body once more… he was accepted! He is now living in a one-person studio apartment on The Red Knight's campus. He may have scraped by the academics, but the athletics? He already caught the eye from several of the coaches from his performance. Unfortunately, his parents weren't there to see him excel, but the news alone is good enough. He quickly grabs his weights and goes through his training portion of his mornings. As long as he doesn't drop below 'C's, he'll be fine. He worked too hard to lose to grades.
After his initial exercises, he puts on his backpack, which is large enough to hold everything he could ever need to use. The average student would have trouble lifting even half of the weight on his back, but him? Well, let the two dumbbells on either side of his backpack tell you how well he handles it. Out of all of his school supplies, his backpack is the most expensive. Snatching a protein bar and shake from his supplies, he sets off, downing the quick breakfast in a minute's notice. He's going to miss his mother's cooking, but he can survive.
He strides through the campus with ease, as if he doesn't have several dozen pounds of weight on his back. Several students turn their eye on him, but he just shrugs it off. The boy makes his way to his first class, Literature, and he makes doubly sure that he doesn't drop his backpack. Gods know he'll never forget the day he cracked the floor in Mr. Mustafa's classroom. One of the students that day cracked a joke about if he carried rocks in his backpack… then he laughed at their expressions when he showed off the dumbbells inside of it.
The teacher walks in, though her presence does nothing to quiet the excited chatter from the other students. And as if she's used to it, she casually walks over to her chair, sits down, and slowly pulls out a sheet of paper. "Luther…" She says in a semi-interested tone. However, when she received no response, "ATTENTION!" Her voice seemed to have bounced off of the walls several times, causing all of the chatter to cease. "Now then, Luther?" A 'here' shortly follows. "K-jelly?"
"Kjelle, ma'am." This particular student caught Morgan's eye, as she too, seems to came here for the athletics as well.
"Don't care." The teacher scoffs, "Morgan." The boy responds with a simple 'here'. The woman then scrunches her eyes, as if she suddenly can't read.
"Yes, that's my name." A remarkably short woman says. "No, I don't know what was going through my mother's head at the time."
"Alright… Nah." A few snicker from the supposed name, "Garume." She looks up, before looking back at the paper, "Garyme? G…"
"Gerome, ma'am." The man sighs, clothed in almost all black.
"Take the sunshades off." The teacher snaps, and Gerome quickly removes the unneeded accessory, "And the bandana, and the headband." After he finished, the teacher nods. "Good. Now, my name is Pheros. And I will be your teacher for all things Literature."
Now comes the next hurdle… making it through her almost monotonous tone.
Morgan wakes up and immediately goes through her morning activities. One cup of coffee that is set to automatically brew on its own, and the books that she will need for the first two classes, as she will have enough time to switch out her books during break. Truth be told, she didn't feel like she got enough sleep, as there were parties going on for the start of a new school year. At least she aced the entrance exam, so that's one less burden on her shoulders.
Strapping on her backpack and with a disposable cup of coffee in one hand, she makes her way out. She takes sips as she walks across campus, and being on the receiving end of stares due to her sluggish movements, but that is why she wakes up really early. She needs the extra time to slowly wake up, as coffee can only do so much. Soon enough, though, she arrives at her first class, History. She doesn't mind it, but she prefers to focus on the future. Still, she takes her assigned seat and takes her supplies out, making sure that they are perfectly in place. Now fully awake, she is ready for class to begin…
In about half an hour.
"Oh, you're here early." A gentle voice calls out as an admittedly beautiful woman walks in. "It always warms my heart to see students so ready to learn." She looks around, "Even if there's only one."
Her green eyes shine with an intelligence that could rival her father's. "I set high standards for myself, Miss…" She pauses as she looks at her schedule.
"Tiki." The woman gives her a gentle smile. "And you are…"
"Morgan Reflet." Morgan already likes her, if this first impression is anything to go by, then all teachers should be like her.
"It is very good to meet you, Miss Reflet."
"And you too, Miss Tiki."
After the quick exchange, the rest of the students start to pour in, "Good morning everyone. My name is Tiki D. Naga." One of the students attempts to hide a chuckle behind a cough, "And welcome to my classroom, all History related subjects are taught by me. I hope to give you all a wonderful experience," Yet another chuckle-cough, "And many memories to cherish," She pauses as it happens a third time, "Are you well, sir? Would you like some water? Don't hesitate to ask for help."
"I'd like help with something, that's for sure…" The man lowers his voice, as a student next to him chuckles and gives him a high-five. It dawns on Morgan on the implications… sex-craving deviants.
Tiki rises from her spot and walks over towards the man, almost in a seductive manner, well the average person would probably look at her body and think she is acting innocent. "I think I can provide some help." However, with Morgan's keen eyes, she notices that her body language, and more importantly, her eyes speak of motives far more dangerous things. "But I would be careful on what you wish for, as there is a roaring fire within this body." The atmosphere changes, as she suddenly emits an aura of authority. "Now, what was it that you needed?"
"N-Nothing, Miss Tiki!"
She flashes him a sweet smile, "I thought so." With that, she turns and walks back to her spot, "After class, both of you." She doesn't even bother looking, "Now then, Laurent?"
"I am present, Miss Tiki." A man, who looks almost exactly like Morgan's mother, speaks up.
"Donnel?"
"'Ight 'ere, ma'am." The boy looks like he came from the worst of conditions, but looks can be deceiving, and Morgan believes he has great potential… and if he is here, then so does Walhart.
"Morgan Reflet?"
"I am here, Miss Tiki."
"Gregor?"
"Gregor is here." The man behind the boy who Tiki approached replied. Gregor looks like he came here for the athletic portion of the college.
"And Gaius."
"Right here, Ma'am!" The boy who was approached by Tiki quickly replies.
She smiles and nods, "Good, that's everyone. Now! If you all will kindly open your history books, we will begin!"
Correction, Morgan really likes her as a teacher. Maybe she'll even try to get more History classes in?
Yen'fay kicks back in his chair as he awaits the next class. Unlike most teachers, his class includes both academics and athletics. One portion involves the history of weapons and war, and the other involves the actual use of said weapons and various techniques. As such, his class takes up two spaces. His sister, Say'ri, is currently tending to the various weapons on display, making sure each and every single one is in top condition. "Brother, please try to act professional." She chides him.
"We still have thirty-five minutes, sister." On top of his class taking up two spaces, it also only happens on the third and fourth spaces, so he and his sister have the most downtime on their hands.
"I know, but don't forget that some students arrive early." Though, the earliest they ever had one arrive is about ten minutes.
"I'll be…" He pauses as the door opens, and a young woman walks in. He quickly straightens his posture, "Good evening."
"Good evening, mister…" She looks at a paper, "Yen'fay?"
He nods, "Yes, I am Yen'fay. She is my sister, Say'ri. Are you perhaps looking for directions?" He knows she's a new student, as he never forgets a face.
Yet, she shakes her head, "No sir. I just like to arrive early." With that she makes her way towards one of the desks. Say'ri mouths 'I told you so' and Yen'fay shrugs it off. He was about to ask the student her name, but she has already taken to being nose-deep… in two books.
Huh.
The rest of the students poured in at a reasonable time. The bookworm that arrived early has placed her books away and is now giving them her full attention. "Welcome all." Yen'fay and Say'ri stand at attention, "My name is Yen'fay."
"And mine is Say'ri." They follow through without a pause. "We are your teachers for both the history concerning war…"
"And the real-time use of older weapons, like swords." The two smile at their flawless performance, "Now, first off… Lon'qu?"
"Here, sir." The man has taken to almost isolating himself from the rest, if it weren't for the boy who has dumbells on his backpack. Though the air between them seems tense, as if they're fierce rivals.
"Kjelle." Say'ri follows up.
"Right here, ma'am."
"Morgan."
"Here." Two voices echo at once, then the two share a look, as if to say 'Oh, you're first name is also Morgan?'
"Alright then, Morgan Reflet." Yen'fay clarifies.
"Here." Once more, they respond at once.
"Hey, cut it out!" The boy exclaims.
"Me? You clearly replied after me." The girl counters.
"...And Morgan Reflet… again." Say'ri adds. This causes the two to stare at each other.
"This is going to be an interesting year." Yen'fay says under his breath. "Anyway! Severa!"
"That's me."
All the while the two Morgans were almost staring each other down, like neither could believe what they just heard.