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Vash Zwingli

The blond, spiky head crashed against the white cement wall, making a sharp, agonizing thud. Vash knew that he was the culprit who inflicted such pain on the student body president. But he also understood thoroughly that the delinquent president deserved it. Using all his strength in the arms that grasped onto Arthur Kirkland's collar, he lifted the young man up until he was partly choking. He heard a miserable groan coming out from the cocky mouth. He deserved that as well.

"You are really lucky that guns are not allowed in school, Kirkland." Vash hissed furiously at the ex-gangster right ear while forcefully looking into those annoying green eyes of his. His parents were the operators in a major gun-producing industry (for the government, of course); Vash usually carried some around until he found out that the school had prohibitions. But the school was right after all, because if it wasn't for this prohibition, he would become a murderer. It was exerting all of his will power to not beat this guy to death even at this moment.

This was exactly why he did not want this ex-gangster to be president. He was trouble. Serious trouble.

"Heh." The president-despite all the menace-was not revealing any traces of fear. A scornful scoff came out along with a mischievous arc on the corner of his mouth:"So what are you gonna do to me, vice-prez?" He said in a strained voice, almost spitting at Vash.

Astonishment quickly vanished in Vash's green eyes, leaving more fury behind. Kirkland was right. He was not the president. The vice president could not defy the president. The teachers held the power to take the president off his job. And showing up late in the school assembly and disrupting its order by making an ostentatious entrance would merely give him a stern warning. The teachers wanted Kirkland's popularity to influence the school, although Vash failed to see how.

Grinding his teeth, the vice president withdrew his fingers from the thick-browed delinquent and led out a slow sigh in order to calm himself. Kirkland coughed several times so that he could regain his breath.

"Consider this as a warning," Vash snarled. "Don't try to pull anything during the assembly; I have my eyes on you."

Kirkland shrugged:"Always so serious about everything. Will it kill you to lay it off once in a while? Your tension is scaring the poor girl over there."

It was the first time that Vash realized another presence besides the two of them. Following the president's finger, he saw a girl with a face that he had never seen before.

Her hands were clasped tightly on her chest. Her tremulous stance conveyed her fright. She was hiding behind a bump in the wall, so only half of her body was visible.

She must have gotten picked on by Kirkland, assume Vash falsely.

The girl had short, dark blond hair cut just around her neck. She possessed a pair of big, green irises with a slightly darker color than his. Her overall appearance peculiarly resembled him, except for the petite and delicate body shape. However, what really caught Vash's attention, were the emotions in her eyes. Setting fear and confusion aside, pure innocent quietly resided underneath them, giving him an unprecedented feeling.

It would not help the girl if the delinquent was still here. Besides, there were some questions that he needed to ask her as a poor victim. Thinking that, Vash shoved Arthur into the back entrance of the multipurpose room.

Lili Stein

Lili saw the whole progress of violence between Arthur and the other young man. The young man whose name she did not know seemed terribly angry at her savior. She almost led out a big gasp when Arthur got slammed against the wall. From their conversation, the angry student seemed to be the vice president, vice-prez, in the student council.

The young man looked like the male version of herself, maybe less angry.

Lili felt anxiety in her heart as Arthur disappeared into the back door of where the assembly was. Just as she was about to twist her heels to follow him, a deep voice called out to her. "You."

She turned around nervously to see the vice president regarding her. He was in a much calmer and softer mood now, and that made Lili relieved. She would not know what to do if he yelled at her. She did not like to make people mad. "Yes?" She replied in a timid tone.

That was when he marched towards her and grabbed her arm. "What did he do to you? Are you hurt?"

Daze gradually turned into confusion. Lili frowned. "Pardon me?"

"Arthur Kirkland. Did he do anything to you? Are you hurt?" The blond man repeated without any impatience. His eyes were saying that he was not joking.

"H-He just showed me the way...I was lost trying to find the freshman orientation..." She managed to mutter out an explanation. Her heart was calm now that she knew that the man in front of her was worried about her.

Sighing in relief, the young man let go of her left arm. "Good, don't get close to him again. He's a bad influence. I can't guarantee what will happen to you if you stick around him again."

Feeling that it was not a good time to protest against his prejudice, Lili nodded obediently. Arthur was very kind to show her the way, and he was a charming person. She believed that he was not given much credit from the vice president. She could not blame him, of course, their personality were such a contrast.

"Your name?" inquired the blond student.

"Lili...Lili Stein."

"Vash Zwingli, vice president." After formally introducing himself, he smiled gently at Lili apologetically. "Sorry for what you saw just now."

Surprised at his beam, the girl shook her head in panic. "No no! But…please don't blame him, he found me and showed me the way.."

Vash clicked his tongue:"He's not so easily punished, so the least I can do as vice president is to raise awareness." He crossed his arms, pissed off:"Popularity, unfortunately, is one of his strong points. No matter what he does, it raises the amount of admirers, in a bad way."

Lili sensed some hostility towards Arthur, about his advantage to everything. She was a very sagacious girl, so she felt Arthur's talent in many ways. All she could see was his back shadow, in the front, like she could not catch up.

It was sorrowful for her.

"Enough of this," Vash, noticing her mood, said suddenly. "It's not good for you to go into the front entrance. So I guess all you can do right now is to go back stage with me." He stretched out a hand, shyly:"If you don't want to get lost again, follow me."

Lili's expression brightened up into a beautiful smile, she scurried towards the vice president and let him wrap his big hand around hers. His face was slightly scarlet due to embarrassment, she noticed.

She felt like she suddenly had a guardian. A big brother.

Arthur Kirkland

The golden haired president cast a quick glance at his new acquaintance as Vash unceremoniously bundled him into the room. He sighed inwardly and shot a quick, comforting smile in her direction. Making his way to one of the many chairs set up about the room, Arthur flopped down with a loud sigh. Ignoring the stares of the freshman, he tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. His mind wandered to his first meeting with his current vice-president.

Flashback

He'd been fighting again. Yes, again. It really wasn't his fault. He had a reputation to uphold and two idiotic-actually, one idiotic brother and one timid brother to protect. Fighting was obviously the easiest way to take care of things. His reputation had skyrocketed and it became a well-known fact that to mess with either him or his brothers was fatal.

However, there were always a few idiots willing to ignore common sense. To tell the truth, Arthur was quite glad for this fact. It kept his life interesting. That was why he was currently sitting on the semi-conscious body of a third-year who had decided to pick on Matthew, along with several of his cronies.

Arthur sighed heavily as he scolded his younger brother. "Mattie Mattie Mattie. What am I going to do with you? How many times have I told you not to wander around without getting Alfred to go with you? He's a total moron but he can at least provide you with some level of protection."

Matthew toyed with Kumajirou's paw. The bear was practically comatose, noticed Arthur. Then again, that was the only reason he had been allowed to bring it to school. Grimacing, he stood, sending the terrified third-year on his way. Standing in front of Matthew, Arthur stooped, trapping his brother's gaze. Just as was about to address him however, a commanding voice rang out from behind him. "Hey! What are you doing?"

Arthur frowned and looked towards the source of the noise. "O-Onii-chan?" Looking back at his brother's pale features, his vermilion eyes filled with anxiety behind his glasses, Arthur's heart melted. "Aww…It's okay, Mattie. Just try to more careful next time, 'kay? Now, run along. I'll be there in a bit." He gave his brother a gentle push and turned around to come face to face with the sudden intruder.

"So, what's-"

"What were you doing to that boy?"

"Eh?"

"Don't play innocent. You had him right up against the wall. He was terrified?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You were threatening him!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"What the blazes made you think I was threatening him?"

The mystery boy scoffed in derision. "You, Arthur Kirkland, school delinquent. I think it's pretty obvious." Arthur scowled in annoyance, his eyebrows furrowing. "Great that you know me," he said sarcastically. "Now, who the hell are you?"

"Vash Zwingli. Coercing is quite obviously against the rules." The corners of Arthur's mouth drooped as he listened to the boy-Vash drone on. It was all old news to him. No fighting, delinquent, what was he doing, tarnishing school's reputation…Arthur turned his back on Vash mid-rant and began walking off, ignoring the other boy's indignant shouts. "Yeah yeah, whatever," he muttered, flicking his fingers in a careless wave.

End Flashback

Arthur kicked gently at the chair in front of him. It had been a bit of a shock to him when he had encountered Vash once again as his vice-president. Not that the change in stature had helped their relationship. In fact, it had probably gotten worse.

The blonde man had made it quite clear that he didn't approve of Arthur Kirkland the student body president any more than he approved of Arthur Kirkland the delinquent.

In Arthur's opinion, Vash was way too uptight. Rules, rules, and more rules. Of course, he wasn't about to help loosen the other man up. If it wasn't for the rules forbidding guns, Arthur knew he would be smothered with bullet holes.

Dragging his thoughts back to the present, the student body president focused upon the stammering boy standing on stage. He looked just about as lost as his audience at the moment. Five minutes dragged by. Many of the students were getting antsy. Catcalls came from the crowd, yelling for the boy onstage to say something or get offstage. Arthur sighed. The poor boy looked like he was about to burst into tears. "Huh, better do something."

Kiku Honda

Kiku was, to put it very mildly, absolutely terrified. This was NOT the way he had hoped to start the school year. He ran down the mental list of happenings so far.

Attacked by Alfred Jones. Bad

Saved by vice-president. Good

Abandoned by said vice-president. Bad

Stuck on stage with no clue what to do. Very Bad

Possibility of being attacked by angry student body. Very Very Bad

Get in major trouble with school…Absolutely Positively 100% Horrible

He was doomed. Judging by the looks of the crowd, he had exactly 10 seconds before they stormed the stage like a group of rabid fangirls. It would not be a pretty sight. Suddenly, his mind was suddenly catapulted back to the rather one-sided conversation he had had with Vash Zwingli. "Say your own opinions…," he mumbled. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth….just as the microphone was snatched away and the student body erupted in a roar of excitement.

Kiku stared in confusion and the back of a spiky golden head of hair. "Wha…" He trailed off as he watched the man greet his audience in an exaggerated rock-star style. As if sensing his confusion, the unknown person looked over his shoulder and winked at him. "Hiya. You looked kinda lost up here, so I thought I'd give you a hand." The first-year representative just nodded, quite unsure of what to say. Feeling that he was pretty much unneeded, he stepped back, fading into the shadows of the curtains, content to watch the spiky-haired individual entertain the crowds.

Being the careful individual that he was, Kiku took note of his saviour's dress. It was the exact opposite of Vash Zwingli, the vice president who had saved him this morning. While Vash's appearance a clean-cut, no-nonsense personality, this boy's dress suggested nothing short of a complete delinquent. It's like I went from heaven to hell, he mused. Then again, it was also quite strange how he was continuously being rescued from something.

"…I, your president will personally ensure that you guys have THE BEST SCHOOL YEAR EVER!" Kiku's ears perked up at this small tidbit of information. He looked about in confusion. Was he the only one shocked by this piece of news? This scruffy, gangster-like individual, who had so rudely barged onstage and stolen his spotlight just as he gathered his courage, was the school's president? Kiku kneaded his forehead. "Oh dear…"

Still standing behind the curtains, Kiku watched as the supposed president tossed the microphone carelessly onto the podium and headed backstage to tumultuous applause. Grinning cheerfully, he placed an arm about Kiku's shoulders and gently manoeuvred him backstage as well. "Well, as you might have gathered from my admittedly short speech, never was fond of long ones, I'm Arthur Kirkland, student president. Got any problems, questions, just come find me."

Polite as ever, Kiku gently removed himself from Arthur and bowed formally. "Thank you very much for your offer. And your help." His actual thoughts couldn't have been further from his words however. Kiku wasn't sure he thought very much of this student president. "Turning to face Arthur, he bowed once again. "I'm Kiku Honda, first-year representative."

Arthur slapped him heartily on the back. "Come on! There's no need to be so formal! Loosen up a bit. Gods, you're just like Vash." Kiku choked slightly, Arthur's movement reminding him of a certain second-year he knew. Just then, a snarl of menace came from behind Arthur. "Who's just like me, President?"

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