Chapter 2 to my Pokémon B/W gijinka fanfic series, The West Class. Again, it's a short chapter!

Main characters/gijinkas (in this chapter): Sazz - Hydreigon / Otis - Haxorus / Jack - Gavantula / Guise - Zoroark / Henry - Serperior / Cynric - Chandelure / Kaalthe - Jolteon / Ares - Braviary

Art of the characters can be seen at my deviantart page, username akarui.

Hope you enjoy it! Comments welcome 8D!

Class II: Introductions

Class proceeded as usual after that: Guise made jokes and drew a penis on his desk, Jack took notes, and Otis tried his best not to fall asleep.

Second period was Math, something Otis was actually good at, and Third period was Biology, meaning Henry got stuck with them yet again. Fourth period was History, where Jack shined at his best and where Guise decided to draw balls on the chins of all the people in his textbook.

Lunch signified that the day was half over and that it was shortly about to become a good deal more active. After all, periods five through seven all dealt with fighting.

Fighting: this was what made their school special. The school offered unique courses specialized to teach individuals according to their strengths. It focused on physical combat, strategy, and magic, and this was where the three friends split up. They were all stuck in the same Agility course, but that was mandatory for everyone to pass at least once. Guise and Jack were stuck taking an advanced magic course under Cynric's control, while the lesser-magically-inclined Otis was required to take two physical combat courses. While he was learning how to use weapons, Cynric and Jack focused on elements.

But before they all went their separate ways, the three boys knew they'd have to face 'the new guy'.

"So what do you have after this?" Jack asked while he sat down on the hardwood floor of the empty training room with his two friends. "I have Elemental Magics after this with Guise."

Not eager to face his nemesis, Guise stuck his tongue out.

Otis giggled a little. "I have Armory."

"That sounds cool." Jack adjusted glasses. "Any idea what weapon you'll be using?"

"They cover pretty much everything and then you pick one to sort of major in when you take Advanced Armory. That's next year. If I had to choose, it would be the axe, though. I'm not really good with swords or spears or knives."

"I don't think I'd be very good at that class. I'll stick to lightning bolts."

"I can't exactly shoot electricity or dark energy at anyone, so I don't have much of an option," Otis laughed. "Besides, I'm looking forward to learning how to fight. I hope I'm good at it."

"Just throw shit." Guise scratched at one of his furry ears, sliding from his position leaning against the wall until he was lying on the floor. "That's what I do. It always seems to work out. And what the hell is with these floors?"

"I believe these are dojo-style," commented Jack as their peers poured in. "The floors are buffed."

"There's no reason to make me face-plant just to have shiny floors!"

"It's probably for training," Otis nodded. "This is an agility course, after all."

"Whatever. By the way, not that I am complaining about having gotten a gorgeous new teacher, but what happened to the old one?"

"He retired, I think."

Jack shook his head. "I heard it was because Calvary was too fast for him."

Guise grunted. "He would be. I guess I should thank the little prick, but now the rest of us have to deal with a harder class. …Oh well," he shrugged. "I guess there are pros and cons."

Calvary was a young but very gifted student in the ninth grade and attended their school for special courses, Agility being one of them. He was fast, obviously too fast for their previous teacher, whom had been replaced by Kaalthe in hopes of making the course more challenging.

Kaalthe was a transfer from half way across the planet. He taught at a similar school in the East and had opted to come teach in the West for a time, or so Jack has heard. A lot about Kaalthe remained mysterious, but that just made him all the more attractive to Guise.

But Kaalthe wasn't the first person in the class that they weren't familiar with.

Sam was the quiet-loner type, and was one of the very few boys that Guise didn't seem attracted to, which was a real surprise because Sam was sort of…well…'pretty'. He was more girl than boy in shape, with a small waist, sleek figure, feminine legs hid away in fit jeans, and soft features that made him worth staring at. His eyes were a striking shade of pumpkin orange, framed by thick silvery eyelashes that contrasted to his stark white hair, which was always either pulled up in a ponytail with the end near his knees or hidden away in a shell-like helmet he sometimes wore. His skin was paler than anyone Guise had met before and he was pretty sure it meant that Sam was sick or something but he didn't like him enough to care. Even with the blue-robed, feminine boy looking as beautiful and graceful as he did, Guise didn't care for him at all. In fact, Sam fell into the same category as Ares.

The white-haired older-classmate was somewhat of a mystery to most people since he was so quiet and distant. Everyone knew who Sam was—because of his beauty he was pretty popular as eye-candy went—but very limited people could say they knew him personally. Sam was renowned for his studying and practicing his fighting. The majority of his personal time was spent on class-work, honing his fighting skills and meditation in the school gardens. This would be the first time the three had him in their class, and where Guise was busy trying to pretend Sam didn't exist, Otis and Jack were busy staring at their peer as he entered the classroom in the silent way he seemed to go everywhere.

Sam set his book bag on the wooden floor against the wall and walked to the closet where he hid away the katana he carried with him everywhere like he'd been in the classroom a hundred times before. Once the weapon was secure, he took a seat by his books, closed his eyes and leaned back to meditate.

"I didn't think Sam would be in this class," Otis thought aloud. "I figured he'd have taken it by now. He's a Senior, right?"

"He might want to take it again if he thought the first one was too easy," suggested Jack. "I don't think the last teacher was much of a challenge. Or maybe he's the helper or something."

"Either way," Guise snorted, "I don't like it."

"Oh calm down. I still don't get why you don't fall head over heels for him." Jack sighed and resituated himself, removing his glasses to buff them with the sleeve of his yellow jacket. "Even Otis admits that Sam is beautiful."

"Pffft-heck yeah."

"I dunno. I just…don't…like him."

"Weird."

The room's energy tensed when Kaalthe walked inside, his heavy boots announcing his presence. The students simultaneously turned to look towards their blonde teacher and low whispers began to undulate through the room until he silenced them with tightening eyes. "Good afternoon." Kaalthe shut the door behind him and moved to center himself amongst his students. "Welcome to Agility. My name is Kaalthe. I'm a transfer from the East Class and I'm here to educate you on speed. In this class you will learn how to be quicker in attack and defensive maneuvers, as well as how to be overall faster and more accurate. The goal of this course is for that each and every one of you will be able to touch me, by hand or by weapon, by the end of the semester."

Guise smirked. "I'll touch you right now, if you'd like."

Chuckles were stifled. Kaalthe turned so that he was facing the sarcastic fox, his eyes steady and unperturbed. "You are welcome to try, then."

Guise's teal eyes glazed over. "Seriously?"

"I'm waiting."

Otis and Jack exchanged glances as their friend snickered and rose to his skinny legs.

"Um…Guise," Otis laughed nervously, "are you sure that's a good idea?"

His friend chuckled and cracked his neck, keeping his eyes on his target. "Hell yeah. He wants me to touch him. I'm not one to disappoint."

"He's obviously just using you to make a point," Jack sighed. "You're better off just sitting back down and shutting up."

"Screw you," Guise snorted. "I can do it just fine. Fast or not, my determination can win over Speedy Gonzolez here any day."

Kaalthe grinned and Otis shrunk back against the wall. He didn't know how Guise could look directly at the blonde that hard for more than a few seconds.

"Here I come!" The cat-eyed red-head shot at his teacher to try and grab him. Otis released a short cry and hid his eyes while Jack waited to see what would befall their oversexed friend.

"Too slow." Kaalthe vanished and a confused Guise snarled and lost his footing on the slippery floor and fell face-forward into the wall beside the still meditating Sam.

Guise whined and moaned there for a few seconds before rising, flinching from under Sam's hard glares. "What?" He wiped the blood from his mouth as he stood upright.

"You're pathetic," commented Sam, who just closed his orange eyes again.

Guise growled and jerked his head to look for their teacher, pointing at Kaalthe whom was now on the opposite side of the room. "You! How did you do that? Even being fast, that was insane! No one can just disappear! That wasn't being fast! That was teleportation or something! Shit!"

"Stop being a child and stop making excuses for your own faults." Kaalthe reached out a hand, curling a pair of fingers invitingly. "You can try again if you'd like, but the result will be the same."

Guise's eyes glew angrily as he jolted to the other side of the room, leaping up and preparing to make a swipe with his sharp nails. But before he could make the delivery he'd been cut off mid-air and soon found himself on the floor under Kaalthe's boot, where he snarled and writhed to no avail. "Dammit! What the hell?"

"You're fast, and you have potential," the blonde complemented, "but you shall never pass this class unless you can learn to properly focus your energy." He removed his foot, allowing Guise to scramble up and turn to glare at the beautiful grinning man.

"There's no one here as fast as you! That's not fair! How can you expect us to pass this class if you're like that?"

Kaalthe smiled. "That's what I am here for, isn't it? Now please, take your seat and we shall begin the first lesson. I assure you that I shall do everything in my power to assist you and your peers in passing this course. I'd rather not have to come back again next year, you know. I have family back home."

Guise pouted and fell to the floor, folding his legs and arms and huffing angrily, his face bright red for having been so shown-up in front of everyone.

"Told you," grinned Jack.

"Shut the f*ck up."

"I apologize for my tardiness." Everyone looked once again towards the door where a short boy no older than fourteen or fifteen years old was standing, Ares behind him, frowning as always. Otis wondered what he could be up to between classes that always seemed to make him late. Then again, Ares probably didn't care about that sort of thing. "But Cynric was having some degree of difficulty finding my badge."

"It's quite all right." Kaalthe swept a hand to invite the pair inside. "Class just began. Please take your seat, Mr. Accel."

Calvary Accel was the student they'd brought Kaalthe all the way from across the globe to teach. He was a young, exceptionally gifted student and was another of those people that Guise could hardly tolerate, the reason being that Calvary was a very serious person by nature and the red-head generally hated anyone that 'couldn't take a joke'. The boy was in ninth grade and was a few inches smaller than Otis, making him the shortest person in the class but not shorter than Cynric. He was dressed in an outfit similar to that of a classic paperboy's, with a slate blue paperboy hat with a red stripe running from the lip to the back on each side, sitting atop matching slate blue hair that was cut short but sticking out everywhere in the back. His long bangs and hat covered half his soft, round face, but his large sea green eyes couldn't be easily hidden. He wore long-sleeved jacket with a high rising collar and an off-white shirt. His pants matched his jacket in color and were cut off at the knees where they bagged atop knee-socks. The most notable piece of clothing that he wore, however, was his scarf—a long, slate blue, tattered thing that coiled around his neck and ejected from either side of his shoulder, the torn ends of either side coming to his knees.

He was like Otis in that he attended the school but wasn't rich or special in any other way than that he'd taken special entry exams. He was smart and, like Otis, was a gifted fighter.

"As for you," the blonde stopped Ares from walking past, making the taller male growl; Kaalthe's expression remained firm, "why are you late?"

The tension was enough to make everyone in the room nauseated. Ares wasn't accustomed to being tested by his teachers but the new guy obviously had no fear of him at all.

Ares studied Kaalthe for a long, stiff moment before he seemed to understand that his new teacher wasn't easily manipulated. "I had a call I had to make," he finally responded, his voice low and gritty as he worked to keep his energy from being too rash.

As opposed to the irritated student, Kaalthe's energy remained smooth and level. Otis and Jack admired how he remained so cool and collected even when faced with a frustrating situation. Ares could be difficult to deal with but the blonde just stood there, staring him down like he did everyone else. Kaalthe seemed to treat everyone the same—he demanded respect and offered respect in return. That was fair.

"Next time, wait until after class is over."

Jack felt Ares' energy spike. He shifted, his eyes set intently on the two men, prepared to help stop a fight if necessary. He knew he wasn't needed, but it was his personality to act as the peacekeeper. He often intervened on Ares' behalf. They didn't talk a lot and they weren't friends, but Jack liked to think he and his classmate got along all right.

Kaalthe's blue eyes moved towards Jack just long enough as though to tell him to stay put before they returned to the red-faced aristocrat. "Please take your seat."

Ares snarled and shoved past him, sitting beside Sam, who just opened an eye and frowned at his classmate.

Jack released a sigh of relief. That was close. Ares had a temper, and if he'd gone off, he'd have gotten bitchslapped by Kaalthe. Their new Agility teacher was no one to be messed with. Kaalthe took his work very seriously and had low tolerance for disrespect. People like Ares and Guise would have to keep themselves in check or face failing the course.

"Now then," Kaalthe glanced over the class, taking a mental head count, "that looks like it should be everyone. Welcome to Agility. Let's begin."

-(next scene)-

"Friggin hell," groaned Guise, holding his left shoulder and limping towards their dorm. "Did they have to run us so hard? It was the first friggin' day… The teachers were brutal…" His shoulder still hurt from when Kaalthe had struck him with that silver staff of his in the middle of a test to see if Guise could grab him again. He was such a tease, letting him get close and think he stood a chance only to be slapped in the collarbone and electrocuted. He'd learned the hard way why Kaalthe's weapon of choice was a silver staff: silver conducted electricity, and it meant Kaalthe could attack from a safe distance if his opponent got too close. How unfair was that? Not only did they have to be fast enough to catch him, he was allowed a weapon for defense!

Kaalthe was pretty but he was vicious, too.

Jack opened the door to let his two friends inside, smiling supportively at his sore roommates. He was still in one piece; sore, but not damaged. He was an electric-elemental like Kaalthe, so getting jolted didn't cause him much trauma. Otis, too, had a resistance to electricity, but poor Guise was not as tolerant.

People like Kaalthe made Cynric run and hide—the librarian had a phobia of electricity that no one understood. It meant he was nervous around Jack, too, so he never really had much trouble dealing with his teacher in his magic or elemental courses…unlike Guise. But neither Jack nor Otis felt especially bad for their friend. Guise usually deserved what he got.

"It wasn't so bad." Jack put his bag on the top bunk above Guise where he always slept.

"Speak for yourself," Guise snarled, walking towards the bathroom. "I'm going to grab a shower so I don't smell like ass… No one run the water."

"Sure thing." Otis tossed his bag on his bed before falling beside it, sighing. It was good to be back in school. He'd missed this room, this bed, and his friends. Cynric's screams at Guise and the smell of sharpened pencils, chalk and sweat were all reminders that he was home. He hugged his pillow to his face to take in the smell, finally getting the chance to relax before the calm air was broken when his roommate shrieked from the bathroom.

Jack and Otis leapt up and ran towards the bathroom.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Jack demanded before they got to the doorway.

Guise was on the floor, staring up at a rather large man.

"Ho-shit!" Jack took a surprised step back, pulling a hand back and charging it with electricity, but Otis grabbed his hand to stop him from attacking their 'guest'.

"…Sazz?"

Jack's eyebrows tilted inward as his electrically-charged hand began to quiet. "You know this guy?"

Otis rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously, walking into the bathroom to stand beside the blue-haired man that was staring down at Guise. "Guys…meet Sazz, my roommate. Sazz, this is Jack and Guise. Say hello."

The magenta-eyed man tilted his vision upwards so the striking orbs met Jack, causing the blonde to flinch and take a cautious step backwards. His presence was far more overwhelming than Kaalthe's. 'Sazz' was huge—at least six foot four inches and well over two hundred pounds of slender muscle. He had to be in his early to mid twenties, too. His long hair was a striking shade of light navy blue and three magenta horns stuck out of either side of his oval head, curving forward. His face was beautiful and unthreatening, but the depth of his eyelash-framed magenta eyes warned he wasn't as passive as he gave off. His outfit was a fairly simple one: black flare pants tied up along the sides with leather string, a long-sleeved black shirt that was torn off just below his chest and held together in the front by two black buckles, and a flowing black cape around his waist that was held in place with two over-crossing buckles in the front. Blue fur decorated the cape, which was lined with a magenta color like his shirt was, matching his horns and eyes. But that which made him the most striking were his wings—his six raven-black feathered wings.

They'd both heard Sazz's name before, but this was the first time they'd met him. Neither of them had been expecting…this.

Guise stared up at him, his red eyes wide and quivering. "Y…you're huge! Holy crap!"

"Hello," greeted the stranger in his tepid voice. "My name is Sazandora. It is nice to finally meet you."

End! Writing chapter 3. I am still not sure how long I want these to be. Hopefully it wasn't too fail xD;